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

I tried to rationalize it and find some explanation that didn’t make my heart want to split in two. Maybe he was helping her with something. Maybe there was a logical, innocent reason for why my husband was sneaking around behind my back and lying about his whereabouts.

No matter how many ways I twisted it, I couldn’t find an answer that didn’t hurt.

Scott was due back from his “business trip” the next morning. I didn’t call or text him. I just waited.

By the time I heard his keys in the front door, my emotions had settled into a dangerous kind of stillness.

The door opened, and Scott stepped inside. When he saw me sitting on the couch, his expression softened into a smile.

“Hey, babe,” he said. “Everything okay?”

I didn’t answer right away. I pulled out my phone, tapped the screen, and turned it toward him.

His smile faded the moment he saw the photo.

His car. The motel parking lot. Undeniable proof.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Where—where did you get that?”

I took a slow breath. “I was there, Scott. I saw you. With her.”

His entire body tensed. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Alice, it’s not what you think—”

I cut him off.

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