It was supposed to be a typical evening—homework, pasta, and the chaos of raising three kids. But when the phone rang, it wasn’t my husband, Daniel—it was the hospital. He was undergoing emergency surgery for appendicitis. Shocked, I rushed to the hospital, only to discover he’d been admitted from a local address, not the city where he was supposed to be at a conference.
At the hospital, I was given Daniel’s personal effects—his wallet, phone, and unexpected keys. These weren’t to our home or office. They led me to a secret apartment. Confused, I entered and found a man cave, not an affair. Daniel had been using it as his escape from family life for three years.
The next day, I confronted him. He admitted to needing space, but I was furious. Three years of neglect while I handled everything. His apology came in the form of a bouquet and an envelope with keys to the apartment. He promised it would be for both of us to share, offering me a break from the chaos.
Maybe this could be the start of something new, if I gave him a chance.
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