10/21/2025
During my lunch break, I hurried home to cook for my sick wife. When I entered the house, I was SHOCKED and pale at the sight in the bathroom.
My wife Emily and I have been married for more than three years.
In all that time, nothing has ever made me doubt her.
Emily is a calm, discreet woman who always keeps her composure.
I often think: I am so lucky to have such a wife.
But that afternoon - a seemingly normal afternoon in New York - shook my faith to the core.
That morning, Emily texted me while I was at the office:
βI am so tiredβ¦ I have a headache and a fever, so I am taking the day off today.β
I asked if I needed to take her to the doctor, she said:
βNo need. I just want to lie down and rest for a bit.β
I was a little worried, but because I had an important meeting in the morning, I could not go home right away.
All day, my mind could not concentrate on work.
At noon, I decided to go home early to cook some porridge for my wife, and also to check on her condition.
If she was not well, I would take the afternoon off to take her to the doctor.
When I got back to my small apartment in Brooklyn, the first thing that made me stop β the door was unlocked.
A feeling of unease rose up. I called out:
βHoney? Iβm home.β
There was no answer.
I put down my bag and walked quickly inside.
As I approached the bathroom, I heard the sound of running waterβ¦
and then a giggle β from a man.
I was stunned.
Every cell in my body froze.
In my head, there was only one image β my wife in the bathroom with another man.
My heart felt like it was being squeezed.
I couldn't think anymore, almost instinctively, I pushed the bathroom door open.
The door swung open.
Before me β Emily was pressed against the wall, drenched, her hair stuck to her shoulders.
In front of her was Nick, my younger brother, who lived in the apartment next door.
He was also drenched from head to toe.
We both turned around, our faces pale.
Emily stammered...
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