My Husband Cheated with His Secretary, So Don’t Blame Me for What Comes Next
I suspected my husband might be having an affair.
I hired a private investigator to look into it.
A week later, the investigator sent me numerous photos.
In the pictures, my husband was intimately close with his female secretary.
There was even a real–time photo of them in a hotel bed, with the secretary’s long hair entwined around his arm and her red–painted nails clutching my husband’s neck.
I picked up my phone and dialed my husband’s number.
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As the gathering drew to a close, guests gradually departed, leaving me standing alone in the empty living room.
Outside, snow was falling heavily and the wind was bitterly cold, while my body felt unusually weak from prolonged fatigue and emotional
distress.
I picked up my phone and called Jack.
“Hey, Jack, the party’s over. Could you come pick me up? The snow’s too heavy for me to drive,” I tried to keep my voice calm.
On the other end of the line, Jack’s voice sounded a bit flustered, “Emily, I… I’m a bit tied up right now. I might not be able to make it.”
“What’s going on? Didn’t you say you were checking on the progress at the project site today?” I asked deliberately, already knowing the answer but still clinging to a shred of hope.
“Ah… yes, there’s an unexpected situation at the site that needs my immediate attention,” he stammered in response.
“Alright then, be careful,” I hung up, a self–mocking smile tugging at my lips.
The private investigator’s photos were right in front of me. How could he still be at the project site?
This was just another lie he had fabricated.
I set myself a one–hour time limit. If Jack could make it to pick me up within this time, I’d give him one more chance; if not, I’d end this marriage for good.
I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the heavy snow outside the window.
One hour passed, then two hours, and even after three hours, Jack still hadn’t shown up. He hadn’t even called to check on me.
My heart turned completely cold.
