MY HUSBAND SAID HE WAS GOING TO WORK EVERY DAY—THEN HIS RECEPTIONIST TOLD ME HE’D BEEN ON LEAVE FOR A WEEK.
One morning, I found Eliam’s medication beside the coffee maker.
I drove it to his office before my shift.
But the receptionist looked confused.
“Ma’am… Eliam has been on leave for a week.”
I froze.
Every goodbye kiss.
Every “meeting.”
Every morning he grabbed his laptop.
All of it had been a lie.
I texted him:
“You forgot your medication.”
His reply came seconds later:
“Crazy morning at work. I’ll grab it later.”
So the next morning, I followed him.
He drove straight past his office and stopped at a building I’d never seen before.
A few minutes later, Eliam walked outside with an older man.
Then I recognized him.
It was Frank—the elderly neighbor we’d known for years.
And suddenly, my fear of an affair disappeared.
But another question hit me:
Why had my husband been secretly spending his workdays with Frank?