My Husband Went on a Business Trip — But I Found His Car Parked Outside a Motel

Scott was devastated. He disappeared for a while and shut everyone out.

But then, slowly, he came back. And when he did, I was there.

At first, we were just friends. I listened when he needed to talk and stayed silent when he didn’t. Over time, he started to smile again. He even started to notice me.

By the time we graduated, we were inseparable.

After college, we tied the knot in a small, intimate ceremony and promised to love each other through thick and thin.

And we did.

We had two beautiful children, and each time we welcomed a new baby into our lives, it felt like a piece of heaven had settled into our home. Scott was an incredible father.

While he worked hard to earn for us, he ensured to show us love even on the busiest days.

Life was good. We were happy.

Or at least, I thought we were.

Then, one evening, Scott asked me a question that made my stomach twist in knots.

We had been planning for a third baby, talking about names, nursery themes, and sleepless nights all over again. He had even started the renovations on the spare room, turning it into a nursery.

And then, out of nowhere, he said—

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