I went to return pliers to my neighbor, when he opened the door, I collapsed in utter shock.
My husband, Benjamin, was often away on business trips. On the third day of his absence, a leak started in the bathroom. Water trickled down a dark green pipe, and I tried everything, even tying it with an old bedsheet — a hack I’d read about online.
But it only got worse. It was midnight, and all I could think was how Benjamin would’ve fixed it in seconds. I called him, but nothing — just endless beeps.
Desperate, I posted in the building chat, and within minutes, Jake, the tall, broad-shouldered guy I’d seen around, offered to help.
He showed up, and by the next day, the leak was gone, thanks to the clamps he’d installed.
But he left his pliers behind. I grabbed them, thinking I should return them, and headed over. When Jake finally opened the door, I collapsed in shock because…
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What started as a quiet evening alone quickly spiraled into a nightmare when I discovered a leak in the bathroom.
Little did I know fixing that pipe would uncover a shocking truth about my husband that would change everything I thought I knew about our marriage.
It had been another one of Benjamin’s long business trips. He’d been traveling so much lately, and I was starting to get used to doing things on my own.
But I hated it.
I hated feeling like I had to fix everything myself. The little things like tightening a loose screw or unclogging the sink were easy enough. But this time, I was in over my head.
On the third day of Benjamin’s absence, I planned a relaxing evening.
Our daughter, Alice, was staying with her grandma and I was looking forward to a quiet bath. But around noon, I noticed a small drip coming from a dark green pipe behind the sink. By evening, it had turned into a steady stream, with water pooling on the floor.
I tried everything I could think of.
“YouTube says tie it up with a cloth,” I muttered to myself. So, I grabbed an old bedsheet and wrapped it around the pipe. The water only soaked through faster.
Panic set in as I checked the time.
Midnight. I reached for my phone and called Benjamin.
“Come on, pick up,” I whispered, pacing the hallway. The call rang and rang.
No answer. “Of course,” I sighed, hanging up and staring at the puddle forming under the sink.
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