she was debating how much to say.

“Let’s just say I’m doing you a favor,” she said before rolling the window back up. The SUV then drove off, leaving me standing on the sidewalk in a daze.

What the heck was that about?

The whole walk to the restaurant, her words echoed in my mind. Why would a random woman say something like that?

And how did she know Kyle?

When I got home that night, Kyle was already asleep.

I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the clock, my mind racing. Something about that encounter wasn’t sitting right with me.

The next morning, Kyle grabbed his usual bag and kissed me on the cheek before heading out.

“I’ll be back around three,” he said. “I’ve got two procedures today.

The other one’s at night.”

“At night?” I asked.

“Yeah, my therapist scheduled a special session today.”

“Okay,” I said, forcing a smile. “Take care.”

As soon as he left, I went straight to his laptop. My hands shook as I opened his banking app.

I told myself I wasn’t snooping. I just needed peace of mind.

But as I scrolled through the transactions, my stomach dropped.

There were no payments to medical facilities. No hospital charges.

No doctor’s fees. Nothing.

Instead, I saw restaurant bills, golf club memberships, expensive clothing stores, and even a charge for a weekend trip to a resort I’d never heard of.

What the heck?

I scrolled faster, hoping I was missing something. But it was all there in black and white.

Kyle wasn’t paying for treatments.

He was spending our money on luxury items. Things we never discussed. Things I never approved.

By the time I closed the laptop, I was trembling.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Later that evening, I decided to follow him when he left for his “special session.”

I stayed a safe distance behind, my heart pounding with every step.

But Kyle didn’t go to a hospital or a clinic.

He went to a small bar downtown. The kind of place where people went to relax and unwind.

I stood outside that bar, frozen in place, watching Kyle laugh and joke with his friends. It felt like I was watching a stranger.

The man inside wasn’t the sick, struggling husband I thought I knew.

He was someone else entirely.

I took a deep breath and stepped closer to the window, just in time to hear him speak.

“I told you I could do nothing for three months,” Kyle said, raising his glass. “And you were wrong!”

His friends burst out laughing, clinking their glasses together.

“Man, I still can’t believe you pulled this off,” one of them said. “Your wife really bought it?”

Kyle chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

“Hook, line, and sinker. Told her I was too sick to work. Now I’ve got all the time in the world to hang out with you guys.”

They laughed again, loud and carefree, while my heart shattered into pieces.

“And she’s still giving you money?” another friend asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Yep.” Kyle took a sip of his wine, looking smug.

“She even picked up a part-time job to make sure I’m covered. I gotta say, being married to someone so gullible has its perks.”

His words cut through me like a knife. My mind reeled with images of him sitting at home, watching me rush from one job to the next, while he lived it up with his friends.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I turned around and walked away as tears blurred my vision.

As I was about to head back home, I saw the same white SUV outside the bar. The woman from before rolled down her window when she saw me.

“Did you see it?” she asked softly.

I nodded, unable to speak.

She sighed. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.

My boyfriend is one of his friends. When I heard what they were doing… I couldn’t stay silent. You deserved to know.”

I wiped my eyes, trying to compose myself.

“Thank you.”

That night, I said nothing to Kyle.

I sat through dinner, listening to his usual stories about “difficult procedures” and “promising results.”

But the next morning, I took action.

I called his office and told them he was well enough to return to work.

Then, I went to the bank and froze our joint account. With the remaining money, I paid off our mortgage and opened a new account in my name.

When I was done, I sent Kyle a text.

It read, Kyle, treat your vanity and your cruelty — that’s your real illness. Don’t bother coming home.

Then, I packed my things, changed the front door lock, and took the boys with me to my parents’ place.

I didn’t want to see Kyle’s face again.

He tried calling me for weeks, but I didn’t talk to him. Instead, I filed for divorce, and now I’m waiting for it to be processed so I can get rid of the man who betrayed me in a way that I could’ve never imagined.

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