The Surprise I Mistook for Betrayal

I was sure my wife was cheating on me. I even had proof. For weeks,

something felt off. She started coming home late almost every night. Her phone was always

on silent. Always face down. When I asked her how her day was, she’d smile and

say, ‘Just work.’ But her eyes told a different story. She stopped looking

at me the way she used to. Or maybe… that’s what I thought. One night,

after another ‘late meeting,’ I couldn’t take it anymore. I got in my car and followed her.

My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. Every red light felt like torture.

She parked in front of an old apartment building. Not a restaurant. Not an office.