After I Gave Birth and My Husband Saw Our Newborn’s Face, He Began Sneaking Out Every Night—The Truth Shattered Me
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The next night, I pretended to sleep. Around midnight, I heard him slip out of bed and tiptoe down the hall. My heart pounded as the front door clicked shut.
I threw on jeans and a hoodie, grabbed my keys, and crept outside. His car was already backing out of the driveway. I waited until he turned the corner, then followed at a safe distance.
He drove for nearly an hour—past our neighborhood, beyond the city limits, into unfamiliar areas. Finally, he pulled into the lot of a run-down community center. The peeling paint and flickering neon sign read: Hope Recovery Center.
I parked behind a truck and watched him sit in his car for several minutes, shoulders hunched, gathering courage. Then he walked inside.
Was he sick? Having an affair? My mind raced.
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