When I visited my sick mother-in-law to give my exhausted husband, Jacob, a break, I expected tension—but nothing prepared me for what I found. Linda wasn’t sick at all.
Shocked, she grabbed my hands. “Carol, what happened? I haven’t seen Jacob in three months!”
My blood ran cold. Every night, Jacob claimed he was caring for her. But if he wasn’t here, where had he been?
Determined to uncover the truth, I waited for him to leave that night and followed him. Instead of heading to Linda’s, he drove to a quiet suburban neighborhood. I watched as he knocked on a door and stepped inside.
Heart pounding, I got out and knocked. A blonde woman answered, her eyes widening in shock. Then, a little boy peeked from behind her—Jacob’s eyes, Jacob’s hair.
Jacob appeared, stunned. “Carol? What are you doing here?”
The truth hit me like a train. He had a second family. A secret child. A life he never told me about.
I turned to the woman. “Did you know he was married?”
She hesitated before nodding. “I… I thought you knew about him.”
Betrayal burned through me, but I didn’t scream. I simply smiled and said, “Keep him.”
The next morning, I filed for divorce. Jacob begged for another chance, but I was done.
Trust your gut—if something feels wrong, it probably is.
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