I started noticing little things first — a perfume on his jacket that wasn’t mine, a bright red lipstick stain on his collar. When I asked him about it, he always denied everything and made me feel paranoid. Gradually, I began doubting myself, feeling anxious and insecure.
The suspicion grew unbearable. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or focus. Determined to find the truth, I decided to follow him after work. My heart raced as I tailed his car, afraid but needing answers.
Instead of going home, he drove to a building I didn’t recognize. I watched as a young woman greeted him warmly and they entered together. It was painful, but what came next was even worse — they left hand-in-hand with a little boy who ran to him shouting, “Daddy!”
My knees gave out. He hadn’t just been unfaithful — he had a second family I never knew about. I drove home in shock, heartbroken and shattered, realizing my life had been changed forever.