A Husband Pretended to Work Late to Avoid the Hardest Hours with His Three Young Kids – When His Wife Found Out, She Taught Him a Lesson He Couldn’t Talk His Way Out Of

“So do I.”

I thanked him.

My hand tightened around the dishcloth.

He seemed to realize something was wrong because he quickly added, “Maybe he had somewhere else to go? But yeah, he’s been leaving on time. Pretty much every day.”

I thanked him and hung up.

Johnny came home at eight-forty.

I said nothing.

My hand tightened.

That night, I lay awake beside him while every ugly possibility ran through my head.

Another woman was the obvious one.

But Johnny hadn’t become secretive with his phone. He hadn’t started dressing differently. Nothing else had changed.

Only his work hours.

By morning, I knew one thing.