When we got home, it felt hot inside. “Is it just me, or is it really warm in here?” Daniel wondered aloud.
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“I’ll check the thermostat later,” I said, dropping my bag.
Then, we heard water running upstairs. “Did you forget to turn off the tap?” Daniel asked.
“No, I always make sure they’re closed,” I replied.
Suddenly, I noticed Daniel’s expression change. He seemed nervous. “Honey, I left my laptop in the car; could you fetch it for me?” he asked, his voice strained.
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I hesitated, not keen on going back outside, but Daniel persuaded me with a promise of a special treat. “You know, we could stay awake till morning. Netflix and chill?” he suggested with a smile.
I couldn’t help but smile back and agree to fetch his laptop. It had been some time since we’d made love, and I was excited. As I left, Daniel hurried upstairs. I wondered briefly about the running water but dismissed it as I stepped outside.
But I found no laptop in the car. Confused, I went back inside. “Daniel, your laptop isn’t in the car. Where did you leave it?” I called out. He appeared on the stairs.
“Honey, I-I flooded the bathroom and bedroom!” he stammered, panicking. “It’s a mess. Don’t go up there. Let’s sit down. I’m in shock.”
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I was taken aback by his dramatic reaction. “Daniel, please, you’re scaring me now,” I said, trying to make sense of his words. “Are you sure the bathroom and bedroom are flooded? I don’t see any water leaking from upstairs. I’m going up to take a look.”
Daniel seemed desperate to stop me from going upstairs. “I’m sorry, Elizabeth,” he said tremblingly. “I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, and I didn’t want to burden you with it. Just don’t go upstairs.”
But his words only fueled my suspicions. I went upstairs despite his protests and found no sign of flooding. “See, Dan, no flooding. Are you alright?” I asked, genuinely concerned for his well-being.
“I must be stressed,” Daniel said, looking troubled. “Maybe I left the faucet on slightly. That’s why the floor is wet,” he quickly added.
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I sensed something was off but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Fine, you go and fix yourself a drink,” I said, still worried about his erratic behavior. “Just take it easy, Daniel; this is not normal behavior. I’ll be right back, need a shower.”
“Okay, I’ll go relax with a drink and order food. You have your shower, then join me, okay?” Daniel proposed, seemingly relieved.
I agreed and headed to the shower. As I undressed, I noticed a toiletry bag on the towel rack that wasn’t mine. Inside, I found a toothbrush, razor, and skin care products that clearly belonged to another woman.
The shock hit me like a wave. The truth about Daniel’s behavior suddenly became clear. The investigator I had hired couldn’t provide concrete evidence of his infidelity, but I had hoped that the scare would make Daniel reconsider our marriage. Clearly, I was wrong.
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Feeling betrayed and heartbroken, I contemplated my next steps. It was then the wet footprints leading to the spare room caught my eye, further confirming my suspicions.
I followed the trail and discovered a pink bath towel peeking from the closet, undeniable proof of another woman’s presence in our home.
With trembling hands, I approached the closet, dreading what I might find. I couldn’t bring myself to open the door, overwhelmed by the betrayal. I sank onto the floor, my back against the closet.
Tears streamed down my face as I spoke to the empty room.
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“I thought we had the perfect marriage,” I confessed to the silence. “I tried my best to save this marriage. I thought I was brave enough to face his infidelity. But I’m not, I think. You must be more attractive than me…”
It was then the closet door slowly opened, and Sophia, Daniel’s mistress, stepped out, looking just as shocked as I felt. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice filled with regret. “I didn’t know he was married.”
Her apology touched me. She seemed sincere and genuine. “It’s not your fault,” I told her.
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