After 36 years together, my husband left me for his mistress—but a surprising twist was uncovered through his smartwatch

My hands trembled as I threw on a coat, grabbed my keys, and rushed out the door.

Troy had moved into a small apartment across town. The drive felt endless, with my heart pounding in my ears. When I arrived, the sight before me stopped me in my tracks.

There he was—lying on the cold pavement outside his building. Motionless.

“Oh my God, Troy!” I gasped, sprinting toward him. I fumbled for my phone, my fingers numb as I went to dial 911…

WHACK.

The phone flew out of my hand, clattering onto the pavement.

“What the hell?!” I turned in shock.

And then I saw her.

Alicia. His mistress.

Her eyes blazed with fury as she took a step toward me, her hands clenched into fists. “What do you think you’re doing here?” she shouted.

I blinked at her, struggling to process what was happening. “Troy…he is unconscious! His heart…his watch sent an alert…he could be dying!”

Alicia scoffed. “Oh, please. He’s fine. You just can’t stand that he doesn’t want you anymore, can you?”

My mouth fell open. “Are you serious? He needs an ambulance…”

“HE NEEDS ME.” She jabbed a finger at my chest. “Not you. Not ever again.”

I could barely believe what I was hearing. My husband—her boyfriend—was lying lifeless on the ground, and she was more focused on keeping me away than saving him?

“Look at this!” I pulled up the heart rate alert on my phone, showing her the numbers in red. “He’s in danger! We need to…”

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