My wife began leaving the house at night and returning around 5 or 6 a.m.
Initially, I tried to ignore it, convincing myself she was just out for a drive or visiting friends.
But when the nights grew more frequent, suspicion crept in.
I started to fear the worst—infidelity.One night, unable to stand the torment any longer, I decided to follow her.
My heart pounded when I drove a few cars behind, headlights dimmed.
She wasn’t headed to a bar or a strange neighborhood like I expected.
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