I Found My Husband’s Secret Phone in His Closet — There Was Only One Number in the Contacts

Confused and intrigued, I decided to investigate. I texted the number but received a message that made my heart race: “Hey, Al. I need you to come to the garage tonight. Midnight. This is important. -D.”

Alan had never mentioned a Dylan or any secretive late-night meetings. That evening, Alan casually mentioned he had to work late. I feigned interest but felt uneasy. After dinner, as Alan left for his supposed office meeting, I followed him discreetly.

He drove to a rundown auto repair shop and, after parking, walked inside. I watched from a distance before sneaking into the garage. Hiding behind some tires, I overheard Alan and Dylan talking and then saw them enter a small office.

Peeking inside, I was shocked to see Alan and Dylan locked in an intimate embrace. My heart pounded as I realized Alan was cheating on me. I gasped, blowing my cover. Alan’s shocked expression mirrored my own pain.

I fled, tears streaming down my face, and drove home in a daze. Alone in our living room, I replayed the scene over and over. My trust shattered, I decided that my marriage was a lie. The next morning, I packed bags for myself and Reece, prepared to leave for my mother’s house and file for divorce.

Alan’s betrayal had rocked my world, but I knew I deserved better than a life built on deceit.