Every night, my husband waits until I’m asleep before slipping out of bed and disappearing with a secret tablet.
At first, I thought I was imagining things.
Then I started finding strange little clues—and I knew I had to follow him.
It started innocently enough—or so I thought. Tom and I had always shared everything. After six years of marriage, I never felt like he was keeping something from me, until now.
“Babe, you coming to bed?” I asked one night as I climbed under the covers, my voice tinged with the sleepiness of a long day.
“In a bit,” Tom replied, his eyes glued to his phone.
“Just can’t seem to wind down tonight.”
That was the first night he stayed up late. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but then it became a pattern. Every night, I’d drift off, and after a few hours, I’d wake up to the faint creak of the bed as he slid out.
It wasn’t just the late nights—it was what came next that made my heart race.
One night, through half-lidded eyes, I saw him crouch by the bed, reaching underneath.
My breath caught as his hand emerged holding a sleek black tablet I’d never seen before.
He glanced at me—his movements cautious—and when he seemed satisfied I was asleep, he slipped out of the room.
What was he doing?
And why didn’t I know about that tablet?
I convinced myself it was harmless at first. Maybe it was work stuff, or he just needed space. But then came the notes.
Crumpled scraps of paper in his pockets, sometimes, carelessly left on the dresser. Each one with a heart or a sweet little message, written in handwriting I didn’t recognize.
“I love you.” “You make me so happy.”
I stared at one of the notes one night, anger boiling inside me.
Was there someone else? Was I losing him?
That night, I decided enough was enough.
I wasn’t going to lie there and let my imagination torture me. I waited until he reached for that tablet again. My heart pounded as I whispered to myself, Tonight, I’ll follow him.
Tonight, I’ll find out the truth.
It was 1:30 a.m. when I heard the familiar creak of the bed. Tom moved slowly, careful not to wake me, but I was already wide awake.
He reached under the bed, grabbed the tablet, and tiptoed out of the room. A few seconds later, the basement door clicked shut.
This was it. The moment of truth.
I waited a full minute to make sure he wouldn’t come back before slipping out of bed.
The story doesn’t end here — it continues on the next page.
Tap READ MORE to discover the rest 🔎👇
