The Truth Behind the Lies
One afternoon, I decided to surprise my husband, Jonathan, with his favorite lunch—lasagna, garlic bread, and tiramisu. He had been working late for weeks, and I wanted to show him how much I appreciated his hard work. But when I arrived at his office, the security guard gave me an odd look.
“Jonathan hasn’t worked here for over three months,” he said.
My heart dropped. That couldn’t be true—I watched him leave for work every morning. Confused and embarrassed, I left the building, my mind racing with questions.
The next morning, Jonathan followed his usual routine, getting ready for his so-called workday. He sat on the couch, glued to his phone. Casually, I asked about a promotion he had mentioned months ago. He barely looked up, mumbling something about still working on it.
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