One day, I decided to surprise my husband, Jonathan, with his favorite lunch—lasagna, garlic bread, and tiramisu—at his workplace.
To my shock, the security guard informed me that Jonathan hadn’t worked there for over three months. Bewildered, I left, trying to piece together what was happening.
The following morning, I watched Jonathan get ready for “work” as usual. After he left, I decided to follow him with a taxi.
We ended up in a run-down part of town, where he entered a small café with a group of women. My curiosity turned into concern.
That evening, I confronted Jonathan with the photos I had taken. He confessed that he had quit his job months ago to pursue his dream of directing a play, and he had used $50,000 of our savings to fund it.
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