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For a moment, I thought I had heard wrongly.
Then there was silence.
A few seconds later, Daniel said:
"I have already told you. My wife cannot find out about this."
My heart began to beat faster.
What was I not supposed to find out?
And who was on the other end of the phone?
I quickly returned to the bed before he came back.
When he entered the room, I pretended to be asleep.
But I didn't sleep for the rest of that night.
The next morning, I watched him closely.
He behaved as if nothing had happened.
He kissed me goodbye before leaving for work.
"Take care of yourself," he said with a smile.
I smiled back.
But deep inside, I was dying of curiosity.
For the next three days, Daniel became more careful with his phone.
He never left it around me.
He started taking it into the bathroom.
Sometimes, he would receive a message and immediately delete it.
That was when I became afraid.
Maybe there was another woman.
Maybe my husband was ch3ating.
Or perhaps...
There was something worse.
On the fourth night, something happened that changed everything.
It was past midnight when someone knocked loudly on our gate.
I immediately woke up.
Daniel was already awake.
The moment we heard the knock, he jumped out of bed so quickly that I became suspicious.
"Who could that be at this time of the night?" I asked.
Daniel looked at me.
And for the first time in our seven years of marriage, I saw real fear in my husband's eyes.
"Stay inside," he said.
Then he quickly walked out of the room.
I waited for a few seconds.
But curiosity got the better of me.
I quietly followed him.
From the window, I watched as he opened the front door.
And there she was.
A woman.
She looked exhausted and frightened.
Her clothes were wet from the rain, and she was carrying a small bag.
The moment Daniel saw her, he whispered:
To be continued

This man is going through a lot

THE WOMAN WHO CAME TO MY HUSBAND'S HOUSE AT MIDNIGHT (part 1)
I never thought I would be the kind of woman who would check her husband's phone.
In fact, whenever I heard women complain about their husbands cheating, I would always say:
"If you trust your husband, you don't need to become a detective in your own marriage."
I believed my husband, Daniel, completely.
We had been married for seven years.
Seven beautiful years—or at least, that was what I thought.
Daniel was a good man. He provided for our family, cared for our two children, and never gave me any serious reason to suspect him.
Until one particular night.
It was exactly 11:47 p.m.
The children were asleep, and Daniel was lying beside me. I was almost asleep when his phone suddenly vibrated.
Once.
Then twice.
Daniel immediately opened his eyes.
I noticed something strange.
Instead of picking up the phone normally, he quickly grabbed it and walked out of the bedroom.
At first, I didn't think much about it.
But then I heard him whispering.
Not speaking.
Whispering.
I quietly got out of bed and moved closer to the bedroom door.
That was when I heard him say:
"Please, don't come here. Not tonight."
I froze.
To be continued

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