After discovering my husband’s affair, I fled to my late grandpa’s cabin, convinced my life was falling apart. But a mysterious box he’d left behind held something I never expected to find.
I never thought I’d spend my seventeenth year of marriage studying hotel receipts and wondering how many times my husband had kissed another woman before coming home to me.
I stared at him.
Three days earlier, I’d discovered messages between Juan and a coworker. The hotel charges came next. By the time I confronted him in our kitchen, I knew the affair had lasted almost a year.
“It didn’t mean anything,” Juan said.
I stared at him.
“Almost a year, Juan. How does an entire year of lying mean nothing?”
“It’s over.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Hannah, I told you it was a mistake. It’s over.”
“A mistake is forgetting our anniversary. You booked hotel rooms and told her you loved her!”
“Are you seriously going to throw away seventeen years of marriage over something that’s already finished?”
I looked at him for a long moment.
Juan laughed.
“I think I need to leave.”
Juan laughed.
“And where exactly are you going to go, Hannah?”
“I’ll figure something out.”
“With what money? I pay the bills. You haven’t worked professionally in years, and you don’t even have a completed degree.”
I believed him.
I looked away.
“You have no idea how difficult life is without someone taking care of you.”
The worst part was that I almost believed him.
I went upstairs and packed a suitcase while Juan followed me, insisting I was being dramatic.
I didn’t call my sister or book a hotel.
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