I didn’t want to know… but I needed to know. Right? For the sake of myself… for the sake of our marriage.
The hallway felt longer than usual. The house felt too quiet. The guest room, on the other hand? The light was on and I could hear Jason’s muffled voice. The door was unlocked because a stream of light lit the hallway. I pushed it open just a crack.
Jason sat hunched at the desk, headset on, eyes fixed on his laptop. I could see him smiling in the laptop reflection. He was whispering. Was he talking to this Lana person?
“No, she thinks it’s the snoring,” he said, chuckling. “I told you, she has no clue.”
I backed away, slow and silent. Closed the door. I stood there in the dark, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t pull my hair out.
“Not yet, Maya,” I told myself. “Let’s figure this out properly.”
I needed proof.
The next morning, I made him eggs and bacon, his usual breakfast. I kissed his cheek like nothing happened.
“I’m going to the office for a few hours, Maya,” he said. “But then I’m coming home to work from here. I’ll pick up some lunch on the way.”
“That’s great, honey,” I said, sipping my coffee. “I’ll be here. I have videos to edit for the new marketing campaign we’re running at work.”
My husband didn’t even reply. He usually didn’t acknowledge anything about my work life. He always felt that a career in marketing wasn’t good enough.
“You could do so much more, Maya,” he’d said one day. “Like… something that brings more money… but anyway. Up to you.”
What Jason didn’t know was that last night, while he was whispering away to Lana on his laptop, I had backed up his phone to our shared cloud, ready to do my own investigations.
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