Alice thought she knew her husband inside out after spending years with him.
But when she spotted his car parked outside a motel on the night he was supposed to be away on a business trip, her perspective changed.
And then she saw a woman stepping out with him… a woman who shouldn’t even be alive.
I’ve always trusted Scott. Be it late work nights or unexpected work trips, I’ve never once doubted him until now. Until the moment I saw his car in that motel parking lot like a silent confession.
I wanted to believe there was an explanation.
But deep down, I knew something was wrong.
I fell in love with Scott the first time I laid eyes on him. I was just a middle school girl with a silly crush, watching from afar as the new boy walked into our classroom. He had no idea I existed.
For seven long years, I tried to get his attention.
But his heart belonged to someone else.
Her name was Emily. She was beautiful and the type of girl everyone adored.
Scott was super crazy about her.
I used to watch them together while my heart ached with jealousy and admiration. They were the perfect couple.
Then, one night, everything changed.
There was an awful car crash.
A brutal, merciless accident that took Emily and her parents in an instant. The entire town grieved.
I remember it was on the news for weeks.
Scott was devastated. He disappeared for a while and shut everyone out.
But then, slowly, he came back.
And when he did, I was there.
At first, we were just friends. I listened when he needed to talk and stayed silent when he didn’t. Over time, he started to smile again.
He even started to notice me.
By the time we graduated, we were inseparable.
After college, we tied the knot in a small, intimate ceremony and promised to love each other through thick and thin.
And we did.
We had two beautiful children, and each time we welcomed a new baby into our lives, it felt like a piece of heaven had settled into our home. Scott was an incredible father.
While he worked hard to earn for us, he ensured to show us love even on the busiest days.
Life was good. We were happy.
Or at least, I thought we were.
Then, one evening, Scott asked me a question that made my stomach twist in knots.
We had been planning for a third baby, talking about names, nursery themes, and sleepless nights all over again.
He had even started the renovations on the spare room, turning it into a nursery.
And then, out of nowhere, he said—
“Are you pregnant already?”
I frowned. “No… you know that.”
He nodded, staring at the half-painted nursery walls.
Then, after a long silence, he said, “Maybe we should wait.”
Wait?
I laughed nervously. “Wait for what?”
His jaw tightened.
“I just think… maybe now isn’t the best time.”
I searched his face, trying to understand. Just last week, he was excited and it seemed like we were on the same page. And now he wanted to wait?
Something wasn’t right.
I didn’t push him that night.
But in the back of my mind, the first seed of doubt was planted.
And soon, I’d learn exactly why he had changed his mind.
