When I married Jake, I believed we shared the same dreams—a loving partnership and a bright future. For three years, I supported his so-called hard work from his home office, only to discover a shocking truth that changed everything.
Jake often called himself “the busiest man alive,” claiming he was “building our future.” I trusted him, managing the house, raising our two kids, and even working part-time to make ends meet. Despite the growing bills and stress, I kept faith that his big breakthrough was near.
Our world revolved around his “war room,” where he locked himself for hours, citing meetings and deadlines. One chaotic Wednesday, the truth came to light.
The kids were playing loudly while I cleaned the kitchen, trying to maintain order. Suddenly, Jake stormed out of his office, furious. “Can’t you keep it quiet? Do you know how embarrassing this is during a meeting?” he yelled.
But then, I heard it—a playful woman’s voice coming from his office. My stomach sank. “Jake, who’s in there?” I asked.
Panic flashed across his face. “It’s just a client,” he stammered.
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