When Nella observes her husband Eric behaving oddly, she begins to follow him to uncover his secret. After several nights of this unsettling routine, she finally resolves to confront him. However, the truth reveals itself to be far more profound and troubling than Nella anticipated, reshaping her life indefinitely.
It all began when Eric expressed his need for some space to think things over. We had been married for twelve years, and despite our ups and downs, this was the first time he had ever asked for such a thing. “It’s not about us, Nella,” he assured me.
“I just need some time to sort things out.”
Naturally, my thoughts spiraled to the worst scenarios. Eric had always been the anchor in our relationship—steady, dependable, and calm. So, when he packed a bag and mentioned casually that he would be sleeping in his car for the next few nights, my anxiety skyrocketed.
Was he unfaithful? Was this his way of leaving me? Was he subtly detaching from our lives?
“Are you really sure about this?” I asked him. “I can give you space at home. You could use the guest room or we could make the pool house more comfortable.”
“Nella,” he replied with a slow smile, “it’s not about us.
But this is really important to me.”
For ten nights, Eric would depart shortly after dinner and return just before dawn. He looked terrible, honestly. His hair was unkempt, dark circles formed under his eyes, and he moved as if his body resisted any kind of activity.
Each time I inquired, he brushed me off with a strained smile, insisting he merely needed a break. “I promise, it’s nothing like that. Trust me, okay?” he would plead whenever I pressed him about another woman.
But how could I trust him? My imagination ran rampant, picturing him in a hotel with someone else, leading a double life. By the fifth night, my patience had worn thin.
I decided to follow him. I felt foolish, like I was in a cliché soap opera. But I had to uncover the truth.
I waited until he drove off, then followed closely behind. He didn’t go far—just to a nearby park, where he parked under a tree and turned off his headlights. I parked down the street, watching from the shadows, anxiety coursing through me.
Was this where he met his lover? However, as I sat there, it became clear that no one was coming. He sat alone, staring at his phone, then stretched out with a pillow and a blanket.
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