For the past six months, Damian had been taking more and more “business trips.” At first, I didn’t think much of it—his job had always required travel. But then the excuses got sloppy.
One week, he told me he was flying to Denver. I found a receipt for a gas station just an hour away. Another time, his flight “got delayed overnight,” yet his credit card statement showed a dinner charge in our own city.
I told myself I was being paranoid. But last Friday, when he packed a suitcase and kissed me goodbye, I made a decision. I got in my car and followed him.
I kept a few cars behind, hands gripping the wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. He didn’t head to the airport. He didn’t even leave town. Instead, he pulled into the driveway of a small house on the other side of the city. A woman stepped out. She had long dark hair, and the way she smiled at him made my stomach twist.
He got out of the car, grabbed his suitcase, and kissed her.
Not a polite peck. Not a friendly hug. A real kiss. The kind I hadn’t gotten in months.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My heart pounded so loudly I thought they might hear it.
I reached for my phone. I could take a picture. I could text him right now. I could march up to that door and demand answers.
Instead, I just sat there, staring, waiting for my body to decide what to do next.
Minutes passed, maybe more. I watched as they went inside, Damian’s arm resting comfortably around her waist. My mind raced through every possibility. Was this an affair? A secret second life? Had he been lying to me for longer than I even knew?
My hands trembled as I opened my car door and stepped out. My body moved before my mind could catch up. I walked up to the house, heart hammering against my ribs, and knocked.
The door swung open, and the woman’s face froze in confusion. Up close, she was younger than I expected, maybe in her late twenties. “Uh, can I help you?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
Damian appeared behind her, his face draining of all color the moment he saw me.
“What the hell is going on?” I demanded.
Damian’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.
The woman’s gaze darted between us. “Wait… you’re his wife?”
The air thickened. My stomach clenched. “You didn’t know?”
She shook her head rapidly. “He told me he was divorced. That you left him years ago.”
A cold shiver ran through me.
“Oh my God…” she whispered, stepping back from Damian. “Tell me she’s lying.”
Damian still hadn’t spoken. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched at his sides. He looked like a trapped animal. And in a way, he was.
“How long has this been going on?” I asked, barely recognizing my own voice.
The woman’s lips trembled. “A year,” she murmured.
I let out a slow, shaky breath. Longer than I had even suspected.
Damian finally snapped out of his stunned silence. “Look, I can explain,” he started, stepping toward me.
I held up my hand. “No. Don’t. I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses.”
The woman wrapped her arms around herself, eyes glossy with unshed tears. “I swear, I had no idea. He told me he was a traveling consultant. That he only stayed in town a few times a month because of work.”
I could barely process the layers of betrayal. He had built an entire false reality—not just for me, but for her too.
Something in me snapped. I took out my phone, opened Damian’s contact, and hit dial. His phone rang from his pocket. He hesitated, then answered. “What are you doing?”
I stared right at him. “Calling you to let you know we’re done.”
I hung up before he could respond, turned on my heel, and walked back to my car. He didn’t follow. He knew there was nothing left to say.
The drive home felt surreal. The life I thought I had was gone, shattered in an instant. But as I pulled into my driveway, something surprising settled over me: relief.
I had my answer. I wasn’t crazy. My instincts had been right. And now, I could start again—without a liar holding me back.
That night, I poured myself a glass of wine, turned on my favorite music, and blocked his number.
Life doesn’t always go the way you plan, but sometimes, uncovering the truth is the first step toward real happiness.
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