07/30/2025
When I visited my sick mother-in-law to give my exhausted husband a break, I expected tension. But nothing could have prepared me for what I found. She wasn't sick at all. And when she revealed the truth, my world shattered. Because if Jacob wasn't with her every night… where had he been?
Jacob and I had been married for six years. Our marriage wasn’t perfect—no marriage ever is—but I thought we were solid. We shared a cozy little home, we laughed a lot, and we always tried to make time for each other even when work got in the way. Jacob worked in IT for a medical firm, often staying late at the office, but I trusted him. I never had a reason not to.
So, when he started saying his mom, Linda, had fallen ill and needed help, I didn’t question it. Jacob had always been a mama’s boy, and I admired how committed he was to caring for her. Every night, after dinner, he’d pack a small bag, kiss me on the forehead, and say, “Back soon, babe.” He said he was cooking for her, doing her laundry, and making sure she took her medications. Some nights, he wouldn’t get home until well past midnight.
“Just trying to make sure she’s okay,” he’d say. “She raised me alone. I owe her that much.”
It broke my heart seeing him stretch himself so thin. His eyes always looked tired, and last week, he walked through the door and nearly collapsed on the couch.
“Just need an hour, babe,” he mumbled. “Then I’ll head to Mom’s.”
But he never got up. He passed out cold, shoes still on, arm draped over his face.
And in that moment, my heart just ached for him. The poor man was burning himself out.
So, I made a decision.
While he slept, I grabbed some groceries and supplies—soup, fresh fruit, medication, and even some flowers to brighten her place. If Jacob couldn’t catch a break, I’d take care of things that night. It was the least I could do for both of them.
It was a chilly evening when I pulled up to Linda’s house. I hadn’t seen her in a while—maybe a month or so—but I figured she’d be too sick for visits. That’s what Jacob had said.
I knocked gently, worried about waking her or catching her in a bad moment. But instead of a frail, tired woman, the door swung open and revealed... Linda, dressed in a black dress, hair styled, makeup flawless, nails freshly done in a deep burgundy.
I just stood there, holding a bag of groceries like an idiot.
Her smile turned to confusion, then concern. “Carol? Oh my God! What happened? Is everything okay?”
I blinked. “I—uh—I just came to drop off some things for you. Jacob told me you’ve been really sick.”
The color drained from her face.
“Sick?” she gasped. “Sweetheart, I haven’t seen Jacob in three months. What’s going on?”
I nearly dropped the bag.
“Three months?”
She nodded slowly, eyes wide. “Last time he visited was… early January, I think. He said things were hectic at work. I thought maybe he was just caught up in something.”
I felt the world tilt sideways.
Jacob had been telling me he was here—every night. Taking care of her. I even saw him leave. I packed him meals some nights. He’d kiss me goodbye and tell me she needed help getting out of bed.
“Linda, you’re not sick at all?”
“No! Why would he say that? I’ve been going to Pilates twice a week!”
I felt like I was going to be sick.
I thanked her numbly, barely able to register her worried questions as I backed away and drove home. I sat in my car in the driveway for a long time, watching the lights in our house glowing gently through the curtains. The man inside—my husband—had just been caught in the biggest, most elaborate lie of our marriage.
But why?
Where was he going every night?
And what could possibly be so serious that he’d fake his mother’s illness for months?
I didn’t confront him that night. I waited.
The next evening, Jacob showered, changed clothes, grabbed his backpack, and kissed me.
“I’ll be back in a few hours, babe. Let me know if you need anything.”
I just nodded, barely holding it together.
As soon as he left, I followed. I stayed three cars behind him the entire way, my heart thudding so loudly I was afraid it would give me away... (continue reading in the 1st comment)
