y husband started showering the moment he got home, claiming work left him sweaty. When I followed him, expecting to catch him red-handed, my discovery left me speechless.
Call it women’s intuition or whatever you want, but sometimes you just know when something isn’t right.
Finn and I had been married for eight years, and until recently, our evenings had followed a comfortable little routine. At six, I made tea. At ten past, he walked through the door, kissed me, loosened his tie, and stole something from the cutting board while telling me about his day.
Then Finn began coming home late.
Instead of kissing me, Finn hurried past.
Never dramatically late. Just forty minutes here, an hour there. He blamed a demanding project at work, which seemed reasonable at first.
What bothered me was what happened when he arrived.
Instead of kissing me, Finn hurried past with his shirt sticking to his back and his hair damp around the temples.
“Sorry, Lil. I’m disgusting,” he’d say. “Let me shower first.”
This was a man I sometimes had to remind to shower before bed. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait another minute.
“That’s convenient.”
His explanations changed constantly. The office was too hot. He’d gone for a walk at lunch. Someone needed help moving boxes. Once, he claimed the elevator had stopped working, although the company occupied the second floor.
“That’s convenient,” I said.
Finn laughed, but it sounded forced.
Soon, I began noticing other things. His shirts were unusually rumpled. A purple bruise appeared near his shoulder, followed by another along his ribs.
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