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3 Stories of Wives Learning Shocking Truths about Their Husbands after Years of Marriage

After years of marriage, these women were forced to confront shocking truths about their husbands. They learned secrets that had been kept hidden for years and had to reevaluate everything they thought they knew about their relationships.

In the quiet of long-term marriages, secrets often fester beneath the surface. The truth came crashing down for these three wives when they uncovered startling revelations about their husbands. Scroll down to find out what happened next.

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A sad woman | Source: Midjourney

I Found Proof of My Husbandโ€™s Affair in My Sisterโ€™s Coat, but It Was Just the Tip of the Iceberg

The day before Christmas was a rare and special occasion. My mother, who never seemed to have a spare moment away from her demanding job, had miraculously freed up her schedule to host the family dinner.

โ€œWell,โ€ she cheerfully said as she set down a platter of cookies, โ€œI finally sent my assistant Mark on that trip Iโ€™ve been planning for him. The poor man has been swamped with work all year.โ€

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โ€œMark?โ€ my sister Sofia asked, stirring something on the stove.

โ€œOf course,โ€ my mom replied. โ€œHeโ€™s handling some business for me first, but then heโ€™s free to explore. I told him, โ€˜Youโ€™re a single man โ€” use this trip to meet someone.’โ€

She laughed as if matchmaking her assistant was the most natural thing in the world.

Max, my husband, glanced up from where he was stringing lights around the windows. โ€œDo you ever give anyone a real vacation, Anne?โ€

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โ€œNot when thereโ€™s work to be done,โ€ Mom playfully shot back.

The house buzzed with activity. My grandmother sat by the kitchen table, peeling oranges for mulled wine.

โ€œWeโ€™re out of cinnamon,โ€ she announced abruptly, waving a wooden spoon in my direction. โ€œYou canโ€™t make good mulled wine without cinnamon.โ€

I sighed, wiping my hands on a dishtowel. โ€œFine, Iโ€™ll run to the store.โ€

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On my way out, I grabbed a coat from the hook by the door โ€” Sofiaโ€™s oversized camel-colored one.

โ€œLucy,โ€ Sofia called from the stove, โ€œyou better not lose my coat!โ€

I rolled my eyes. โ€œItโ€™s just a coat, Sofia. Relax.โ€

As I slid my hands into the deep pockets, my fingers brushed against something crinkly. I froze, pulled it out, and it was a folded receipt.

Curious, I opened it. A necklace. Luxurious, judging by the price.

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The date on the receipt made me pause. Last Tuesday. That was the same day Iโ€™d called Sofia to confirm our dinner plans. Her voice had been low, almost hushed.

Sheโ€™d told me she was at a jewelry store and couldnโ€™t talk.

Iโ€™d brushed it off at the time. Sofia had always been secretive about her elusive boyfriend, never telling the family much. But thisโ€ฆ this didnโ€™t feel right.

My breath caught as I read the signature at the bottom. It was my husbandโ€™s signature.

Max? But how? Why is his name on a receipt for an extravagant necklace hidden in my sisterโ€™s coat?

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***

Christmas had arrived, filling my motherโ€™s house with an almost magical warmth. Cinnamon and pine scents drifted through the air, making everything feel cozy and perfect.

Perfect for everyone but me.

I sat in the corner, absent-mindedly swirling the drink in my hand as I watched Sofia and Max.

I noticed everything. The way their eyes met for just a moment too long. The fleeting smiles they shared when no one else was looking.

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Then there was the disappearing act. First, Max slipped out of the room, muttering something about needing to grab his phone. A few minutes later, Sofia casually excused herself to check on the pie in the kitchen.

When they didnโ€™t return, I couldnโ€™t sit still any longer. I followed them into the hallway, flattened myself against the wall, barely breathing as I strained to hear their voices.

โ€œโ€ฆIโ€™m pregnant,โ€ Sofia said. โ€œAnd I donโ€™t know how to tell Lucy.โ€

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Pregnant?! Sofia and Maxโ€ฆ together? My husband and my sister. It canโ€™t be!

My legs felt like jelly as I made my way to the front door, needing to escape the suffocating warmth of the house.

As the cold evening air hit me, my mind screamed that what I heard wasnโ€™t true. But my heart told me it was.

While walking away from the house, I came up with a plan to expose them. I couldnโ€™t let Max and Sofia keep this a secret.

I stopped at a nearby store and grabbed a few things before heading home.

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When I reached back home, I realized no one had even noticed Iโ€™d been gone for hours.

I sat silently at the dinner table, watching everyone else enjoy the evening.

โ€œLucy, youโ€™re so quiet!โ€ my mom said, glancing over at me. โ€œYouโ€™re not feeling sick, are you? We canโ€™t have you missing Christmas!โ€

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โ€œIโ€™m fine, Mom,โ€ I said flatly.

โ€œWell, cheer up,โ€ my grandmother chimed in. โ€œDid I ever tell you about the time I almost met Frank Sinatra?โ€

โ€œAlmost?โ€ my dad teased. โ€œEvery year, it gets closer. By next Christmas, youโ€™ll be married to him.โ€

Everyone laughed except me.

Sofia grinned. โ€œOh, come on, Lucy. Itโ€™s Christmas Eve! You used to love this.โ€

I locked eyes with her. โ€œOh, donโ€™t worry. Iโ€™m about to make things very merry.โ€

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Without waiting, I pushed my chair back and walked to the tree.

โ€œGift time,โ€ I said, grabbing the two boxes I had prepared earlier. โ€œI thought Iโ€™d start the fun a little early.โ€

โ€œCanโ€™t we wait until dessert?โ€ my dad asked.

โ€œNope. This canโ€™t wait,โ€ I replied, placing the first box in front of Sofia.

โ€œFor me?โ€ Sofia asked.

โ€œGo on, open it,โ€ I smiled.

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Everyone leaned forward as she opened the box. The baby cradle gleamed under the lights.

Sofia froze. โ€œWhatโ€ฆ what is this?โ€

โ€œOh, you know,โ€ I said lightly. โ€œA little something I thought you might need soon.โ€

โ€œWh-What are you talking about?โ€ she stammered.

โ€œLucy,โ€ my mom interrupted. โ€œIs this some kind of joke?โ€

โ€œNo joke.โ€ I turned to Max and handed him the second box. โ€œNow, this one is for you, dear husband. I hope itโ€™s the right size.โ€

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Max opened the box cautiously. His face flushed bright red.

โ€œDiapers?โ€ my mom asked, completely confused.

โ€œWell,โ€ I said, โ€œmaybe my gifts arenโ€™t as exquisite as the ones my husband buys for my dear little sister.โ€

With that, I reached into my pocket, pulled out the receipt, and flung it across the table toward Max. It landed right in front of him.

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My motherโ€™s hand paused mid-air with her fork, my grandmotherโ€™s brow furrowed in confusion. Sofia froze, while Max looked like heโ€™d just been caught red-handed.

โ€œLucy, Iโ€ฆโ€ Sofia stammered.

โ€œGo on,โ€ I said, folding my arms. โ€œIโ€™m dying to hear this explanation.โ€

Before Sofia could form a coherent sentence, Max abruptly stood up. His hand darted into his pocket, fumbling as he pulled out a small jewelry box.

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โ€œLucy. I bought this for you.โ€

โ€œFor me?โ€

โ€œYes. Itโ€™sโ€ฆ itโ€™s always been for you.โ€

โ€œAnd I helped him choose it,โ€ Sofia added quickly. โ€œAs a thank-you for supporting me when I needed help.โ€

I slowly opened the lid and found a necklace inside.

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โ€œOh, Max, how beautiful!โ€ my mother exclaimed, clasping her hands together dramatically. โ€œButโ€ฆโ€ She paused, her face scrunching in confusion as she turned to me. โ€œI still donโ€™t understand. Whatโ€™s with the baby things, Lucy?โ€

Before I could answer, Sofia blurted out, โ€œMom, Iโ€™m pregnant.โ€

โ€œPregnant?โ€ Mom repeated, her voice an octave higher. โ€œOh, Sofia, why didnโ€™t you tell us?โ€

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โ€œAnd whoโ€™s the father?โ€ I asked coldly, my eyes narrowing as I stared at Max.

Before Sofia could reply, the doorbell rang. My mother stood up and walked toward the door.

When she returned to the room, she wasnโ€™t alone. Standing beside her was her personal assistant, holding a bouquet of roses.

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โ€œWhat are you doing here, Mark? I sent you on a trip for the holidays!โ€ Mom said.

Markโ€™s gaze shifted past her and landed directly on Sofia. โ€œI already have someone, Mrs. Turner. The only woman Iโ€™ve ever loved.โ€

Sofia gasped. But instead of running to him, she bolted for the hallway.

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โ€œShe must be headed to the bathroom,โ€ my mother said. โ€œMorning sickness. I remember those days. Being pregnant is not for the faint of heart.โ€

โ€œPregnant?โ€ Mark repeated. โ€œSofiaโ€™s pregnant?โ€

Max stood, finally breaking his stunned silence. โ€œYes, sheโ€™s pregnant. And itโ€™s yours, Mark.โ€

Markโ€™s mouth opened, but Max continued. โ€œShe told me because you disappeared for a week. She didnโ€™t know what to do and needed someone to confide in. So, she trusted me to keep it a secret until she was ready.โ€

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Just then, Sofia emerged from the hallway, her face still pale but determined.

โ€œMark,โ€ she said softly. โ€œI was terrified. I thought Iโ€™d lost you. Max was justโ€ฆ someone I could trust when I didnโ€™t know what to do.โ€

She glanced at me and offered a faint smile. โ€œAnd, as a thank-you, I helped him pick out your necklace.โ€

โ€œOh,โ€ I said, exhaling a sharp breath as the pieces finally came together. โ€œI found the receipt, thought it was for Sofia, overheard about the pregnancy, andโ€ฆโ€ I winced. โ€œAnd I let my imagination run wild.โ€

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โ€œMom,โ€ Sofia added, shaking her head. โ€œYou sent Mark away without knowing any of this.โ€

My mother raised her hands defensively. โ€œI didnโ€™t know! I just thought he needed a vacation! How was I supposed to guess all this?โ€

Mark crossed the room, wrapping Sofia in a warm embrace. โ€œIโ€™m so sorry I left you in doubt,โ€ he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. โ€œI asked you not to tell anyone about me because I didnโ€™t know how your mom would react. But none of that matters now. I love you, Sofia. I want to be with you โ€” both of you.โ€

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Max pulled me close, his hand resting on my shoulder. โ€œAnd I promise no more secrets, Lucy. Not ever. I should have told you from the start.โ€

When we all sat down again for dinner, laughter filled the air. The clinking of glasses and the joyful chatter returned, stronger than before.

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My Husband Avoided Traveling with Me for 17 Years โ€“ I Came Back from Holiday Early to Learn Why

I sat on the couch, scrolling through pictures from last yearโ€™s family trip โ€” just me, my parents, and my siblings. My boys werenโ€™t in any of them. Mike always insisted they stay home with him.

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A woman with her phone looking at her laptop | Source: Pexels

Ethan climbed onto my lap, peering at the photos. โ€œMom, can we go to the beach this summer? Please?โ€

โ€œYeah!โ€ Ben said, looking up from his Lego project on the floor. โ€œLike, a real beach. Not just the lake.โ€

I smiled and kissed Ethanโ€™s hair. โ€œWeโ€™ll see.โ€

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A mother talking to her son | Source: Pexels

Planning a vacation was always bittersweet. I loved the adventure, the sun, and the memories I made with my parents and siblings. But every time for the past 17 years, leaving Mike and the boys behind weighed on me.

โ€œWhy donโ€™t we ever go, Mom?โ€ Ben asked. โ€œDad says vacations are just for grown-ups.โ€

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A woman with her son | Source: Freepik

โ€œThatโ€™s not true,โ€ I said softly.

โ€œBut he always says no when we ask,โ€ Ethan added.

โ€œHe justโ€ฆโ€ I hesitated, struggling to find the right words. โ€œDadโ€™s not a big fan of traveling. But weโ€™ll figure something out.โ€

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A woman talking to her son and drinking tea | Source: Freepik

The truth was, Mike didnโ€™t just dislike traveling; he actively resisted it. Every time I brought up a family trip, heโ€™d shoot it down with a vague excuse.

โ€œItโ€™s too expensive.โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t need to take the boys. Theyโ€™re too young to remember it anyway.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s better if they stay here with me.โ€

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A serious couple talking | Source: Pexels

Eventually, I stopped asking. Arguing about it never got us anywhere.

When my mom called a few weeks later, her voice was both excited and uncertain.

โ€œLauren, Iโ€™ve been thinkingโ€ฆ I want to take the whole family to the Virgin Islands this summer. One last big trip while I can still do it. The kids should come too.โ€

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An elderly woman on her phone | Source: Freepik

The Virgin Islands. Her favorite place in the world. She and Dad had gone there every other year until he passed. I knew this wasnโ€™t just a vacation for her. It was a way to create memories with her grandchildren while she could.

โ€œMom, that sounds perfect,โ€ I said. โ€œIโ€™ll talk to Mike.โ€

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A happy woman talking on her phone | Source: Pexels

โ€œDonโ€™t let him stop you,โ€ she said gently. โ€œThe boys deserve this, and so do you.โ€

That evening, I brought it up while Mike and I were cleaning up after dinner.

โ€œMom wants us to go to the Virgin Islands this summer,โ€ I said.

He didnโ€™t look up from the plate he was drying. โ€œThatโ€™s far.โ€

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A couple talking | Source: Pexels

โ€œItโ€™s her favorite place. Sheโ€™s been talking about taking the boys there for years. This might be her last chance to go with them.โ€

He sighed. โ€œAnd what happens when the boys get bored or tired? Whoโ€™s dealing with that?โ€

โ€œTheyโ€™re old enough to handle a vacation, Mike,โ€ I said firmly. โ€œAnd theyโ€™ll love it. Theyโ€™ve been asking to go somewhere new for years.โ€

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A couple arguing | Source: Pexels

โ€œThen take them.โ€

I blinked, unsure Iโ€™d heard him right. โ€œYouโ€™re okay with me taking the boys?โ€

โ€œSure,โ€ he said. โ€œMaybe, Iโ€™ll think about going myself.โ€

For a week, I held onto a little bit of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Mike would surprise me and decide to join us. But when I mentioned the flights, he shut down completely.

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A man deep in thought | Source: Pexels

โ€œI didnโ€™t realize youโ€™d have to fly,โ€ he said, his voice tight.

โ€œMike, itโ€™s the Virgin Islands. Of course, we have to fly.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not comfortable with that,โ€ he muttered, his hands gripping the edge of the counter.

โ€œItโ€™s one flight,โ€ I said. โ€œYouโ€™ll be fine.โ€

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A woman arguing with her husband | Source: Pexels

โ€œI said no, Lauren,โ€ he snapped, turning away.

This time, I refused to let him hold us back. I booked the tickets for myself and the boys.

The flight was a new experience for the boys, and they were full of questions. โ€œHow high are we going?โ€ Ben asked. โ€œDo the pilots ever get lost?โ€ Ethan wanted to know. I answered as best as I could, their excitement making me laugh.

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Boys on a plane | Source: Midjourney

When we landed in the Virgin Islands, the boys bolted down the beach, their laughter echoing in the salty air. My mom hugged me tightly.

โ€œIโ€™m so glad you brought them,โ€ she said, her voice thick with emotion.

โ€œI am too,โ€ I admitted, watching the boys chase each other along the shore.

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Boys playing on a beach | Source: Freepik

The days were packed with building sandcastles, snorkeling, and family dinners filled with stories and laughter. But at night, when the boys were asleep, I couldnโ€™t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong.

Mikeโ€™s calls were short, his tone distracted.

โ€œEverything okay at home?โ€ I asked one evening.

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A woman on the beach talking on her phone | Source: Freepik

โ€œYeah,โ€ he said. โ€œJust busy.โ€

โ€œBusy with what?โ€

โ€œWork. Stuff.โ€

His clipped answers made my stomach twist. After we hung up, I stared at the moonlit ocean, the weight of our growing distance pressing down on me.

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A sad woman on a beach | Source: Freepik

The boys were asleep when I made my decision. I stood on the balcony of our rental, the sound of waves crashing below, and dialed my mom.

โ€œI think I need to head back early,โ€ I said, staring into the dark water.

Mom was silent for a moment. โ€œIs everything okay?โ€

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Two women talking on a beach | Source: Midjourney

โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ I admitted. โ€œMikeโ€™s been actingโ€ฆ strange. Distant. And the phone calls arenโ€™t helping.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™ve done the right thing bringing the boys,โ€ she said gently. โ€œTheyโ€™re having the time of their lives. You can trust me to keep an eye on them. Go do what you need to do.โ€

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A mother talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

On the flight home, my mind was racing. I replayed every tense conversation, every sharp glance, every excuse heโ€™d given over the years to avoid vacations. I thought about the silence that had grown between us, the kind of silence that made you wonder if it was still worth fighting for.

Had I missed something? Was there a deeper reason for the way he acted? Or had we simply drifted too far apart?

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A thoughtful woman on a plane | Source: Freepik

The knot in my chest tightened as the plane landed. I couldnโ€™t shake the fear that I was about to face something I wasnโ€™t ready to confront.

I walked through the front door and froze.

Mike was sitting on the couch with a woman I didnโ€™t recognize. She looked up, startled, but didnโ€™t say a word.

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Man talking to a therapist | Source: Pexels

โ€œWhatโ€™s going on?โ€ I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

Mike stood up, his face pale. โ€œLauren, this isnโ€™t โ€”โ€

I held up my hand. โ€œDonโ€™t. Just donโ€™t.โ€ My chest was heaving, and my hands were shaking. โ€œI leave for a week, and this is what I come home to?โ€

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A shocked woman on a couch | Source: Pexels

โ€œItโ€™s not what you think!โ€ he said, stepping toward me.

โ€œThen what is it?โ€ I shot back. โ€œBecause it sure looks like youโ€™ve been having a grand old time while I was gone.โ€

The woman stood. โ€œI think I should go,โ€ she said softly.

โ€œNo,โ€ Mike said firmly. โ€œStay. Lauren, this is Dr. Keller. Sheโ€™s my therapist.โ€

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A shy serious man | Source: Pexels

โ€œYourโ€ฆ therapist?โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ he said. โ€œI know this looks bad, but please, let me explain.โ€

I crossed my arms, my heart still pounding. โ€œStart talking.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve been seeing Dr. Keller for a few months now,โ€ he began. โ€œI didnโ€™t tell you becauseโ€ฆ I didnโ€™t know how to. I was embarrassed.โ€

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A serious sad man | Source: Pexels

โ€œEmbarrassed about what?โ€ I asked, the anger giving way to confusion.

He sighed. โ€œLauren, Iโ€™m terrified of flying. Iโ€™ve been since I was a kid. The first time my parents took me on a plane, I had a panic attack at the airport. They just told me to โ€˜suck it upโ€™ and stop being dramatic. I was seven years old, and I never forgot how that felt. I was afraid the boys would panic too if you took them on a plane this young.โ€

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A man talking to his wife at a therapist | Source: Pexels

I stared at him, stunned.

โ€œIโ€™ve been hiding it from you,โ€ he continued. โ€œEvery time you brought up a trip that involved flying, I panicked. But instead of admitting it, I just fought with you. It was easier to make excuses than to face the fear.โ€

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A man talking at a coupleโ€™s session | Source: Pexels

Dr. Keller spoke up. โ€œMike asked me to come here today because heโ€™s been working on overcoming his phobia. He wanted to show you how far heโ€™s come and share this with you.โ€

I looked at him. โ€œWhy now?โ€

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A therapist listening to a man | Source: Pexels

โ€œBecause Iโ€™m tired of missing out, Lauren,โ€ he said, his voice breaking. โ€œI hate that you and your family go on these amazing trips without me. I hate that Iโ€™ve been too scared to be part of it. And I hate what itโ€™s done to us.โ€

โ€œBut youโ€ฆ you shouldโ€™ve told me,โ€ I said softly.

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A happy couple | Source: Pexels

โ€œI know,โ€ he said. โ€œI just didnโ€™t want you to think I was weak.โ€

I shook my head. โ€œMike, this doesnโ€™t make you weak. It makes you human.โ€

We sat in silence for a moment before I reached for his hand.

โ€œWhat happens now?โ€ I asked.

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A man talking to his wife | Source: Pexels

โ€œI keep going to therapy,โ€ he said. โ€œAnd I work on it. So maybe, by next summer, I can be on that plane with you and the boys.โ€

My heart softened. โ€œWeโ€™ll do it together,โ€ I said.

Man Who Left His Wife of 47 Years Begs on His Knees for Her Forgiveness Months Later

โ€œDivorce? John, tell me youโ€™re not serious! And what did you say? You want a fair share?โ€ I exploded, shifting unsteadily in my chair as my husband announced he was โ€œtiredโ€ of his monotonous life and wanted to live like a free man.

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An older woman looking straight ahead | Source: Pexels

John smirked. โ€œOh, Nicky! Itโ€™s not like you didnโ€™t see it coming. Come on. We both know thereโ€™s nothing left between us. I donโ€™t want to waste my remaining years sulking around. I want to live, be free, and maybe even find someoneโ€ฆ SO YES, Iโ€™M DIVORCING YOU.โ€

โ€œAnd you think I will let you off the hook so easily? You wish, John!โ€ I snarled. โ€œYou want to live like a free man, donโ€™t you? Well, guess what? I am not going to sign the divorce papers, and you are not getting a single penny, let alone any share!โ€

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A woman talking while looking down | Source: Pexels

โ€œYou canโ€™t do that, Nicky! If you donโ€™t sign the papers of your own volition, I will compel you to the point where you will have to!โ€

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A close-up shot of an older manโ€™s face | Source: Midjourney

I laughed. โ€œOh, poor Johnny! What will you do? Bring a mistress home? Those young girls youโ€™ve been playing around with? They wonโ€™t clean and cook for you like I did, John! I looked after you for 47 goddamn years! I raised our children by myself while you slept on the living room couch after work, drank beer, and went out with friends. And you think youโ€™re going to get away with it? Never!โ€

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An older woman talking | Source: Pexels

โ€œWell then,โ€ John paused, looking at his wristwatch. โ€œI donโ€™t think I have a way out. I am leaving for a trip to Mexico in one hour. And I guess Iโ€™ll be away for six months. I completed all of the bookings, and, well, I used up nearly all of the savings we had in our joint account.โ€

My heart stopped. โ€œWhat? How the hell did youโ€ฆThat had my savings too, John! How dare you use it without discussing it with me?โ€

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A close-up shot of a womanโ€™s face as she looks up | Source: Pexels

โ€œI knew you would create a ruckus over divorce Nicky. And so, thatโ€™s how I had it planned!โ€

With that, John went to our bedroom, packed his stuff, and left our house, leaving the divorce papers behind. โ€œIf you donโ€™t want to live with the consequences of your decision, sign it as quickly as possible. Otherwise, your life will be nothing but hell from now on!โ€ he added before leaving.

I broke down in tears as I watched him walk away.

Sure, John hadnโ€™t been the best partner ever, but Iโ€™d only recently discovered that he was sleeping with women much younger than him who didnโ€™t want anything serious but just a nightโ€™s stand.

And so, he tried to get rid of me and divorce me.

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A man using his phone | Source: Midjourney

But I didnโ€™t want the divorce.

After our son and daughter moved out, I had only John beside me. And so, even after discovering his infidelity, I kept quiet, thinking things would improve, but alas, it did not.

John finally declared he wanted to divorce me. But I had made up my mind I wouldnโ€™t let him slide. Not this time, John! You are not getting away with it!

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An older woman touching her temples | Source: Pexels

Three months laterโ€ฆ

I was sitting in the living room, sipping raspberry tea, munching on chocolate chip cookies, and continually checking my watch when I heard the doorbell ring.

My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw John at the doorstep. โ€œWhat are you doing here? Arenโ€™t you supposed to be in Mexico?โ€

โ€œOh, Nicky! I am sorry, I am so sorry for what I did!โ€ he begged, getting on his knees. โ€œPlease forgive me. I was wrong to leave you. I shouldnโ€™t have done that.โ€

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A serious man | Source: Midjourney

I was stunned. โ€œJohn, whatโ€™s the matter? Okay, calm down. Letโ€™s go inside and talk, alright?โ€

โ€œOh, Nicky! Where do I even start? I met this young girl, Maddison,โ€ he began once weโ€™d settled inside. โ€œShe was gorgeous, and I thought she loved me. We spent two months in Mexico togethe but she was a con! She robbed me! She took all my money and everything!โ€

โ€œWe were living in her modest apartment in Mexico together. She made me do everything for her, including cooking and cleaning. She had two children, and I even babysat them since I felt she loved me. But every nightโ€ฆโ€ he cleared his throat.

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A woman standing near a window | Source: Pexels

โ€œWe never slept together because every time her kids would come into the room and sheโ€™d make an excuse and leave with them. She said she would marry me, but it was all fakeโ€ฆ she was just after the money!โ€

โ€œOh, dear!โ€ I gasped, struggling to hide my smile. โ€œThatโ€™s terribleโ€ฆterribleโ€ฆYou know whatโ€ฆ.โ€ I had started to speak when the doorbell rang.

โ€œJust a minute, John. Let me see whoโ€™s there,โ€ I said as I walked to the door.

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A doorknob | Source: Pexels

โ€œWhoโ€™s there, Nicky? Whatโ€ฆ What are you doing here?โ€ John was taken aback when he noticed Maddison on our porch. โ€œNicky! Sheโ€™s the one! Sheโ€™s the one who robbed me!โ€

Maddison and I exchanged glances and burst out laughing.

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An older woman smiling | Source: Pexels

โ€œAll right, John! I know everything. Meet Mandy โ€” or as you said โ€” Maddison. She is my friendโ€™s daughter. A single mother of two who helped me gather evidence against my infidel husband!โ€

โ€œI had warned you, John, that you would regret it! I tracked down your hotel using Facebook and called Maddison for help. This was all a trap, honey, and Iโ€™m so glad you fell for it!โ€

โ€œWhat?โ€ John exploded. โ€œYou did all of this on purpose?! You will regret it, Nicky! You will!โ€

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A close-up shot of a man touching his nose | Source: Pexels

โ€œNo, John,โ€ I yelled. โ€œYou will be the one at a loss this time. Take your luggage and leave my house immediately! And yes, Iโ€™m divorcing you, you jerk! And Iโ€™ll see to it that you donโ€™t get a single cent! So get up and leave! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!โ€

John took his luggage and left the house, mumbling something I didnโ€™t care about.

I thanked Mandy for her help, and we enjoyed a cup of delicious raspberry tea on that chilly morning, laughing about how well our plan worked out.

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An older woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

A few months later, John and I were divorced, and when our children learned about what had transpired, they took my side and ridiculed their father for stooping so low.

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