For weeks, Caleb’s late-night deliveries led him to the same house. At first, I ignored it. But when I saw his location there again — and again — doubt took hold. Was there someone else? Desperate for the truth, I followed him. But when the door opened, I wasn’t prepared for what I found.I stared at the blinking dot on my phone, frozen in place. Caleb was at that house again.Eighteen years of marriage. Eighteen years of trust, laughter, struggles, and love. I had always believed that Caleb and I were solid. We had built a home together, raised our kids, and weathered life’s storms.
But lately, something had shifted. He was distant. Distracted.
At first, I admired his dedication. But then, I started noticing a pattern.
One evening, as I watched TV, I casually checked his location. It was a small habit we had developed over the years for convenience. He was at an unfamiliar address. I thought nothing of it. He was working, after all.
But then it happened again. And again. Every time he worked late, he stopped at the same house.
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