Marriage Crisis: When I Found Out He Had A MistressChapter 1
On our fifth wedding anniversary, I whipped up a feast of York Portman's favorite dishes. After toiling away all evening, I waited, brimming with pride, for his return.
Instead of York, his assistant's call broke the silence.
"I'm sorry, but I can't reach the boss. There's an urgent project proposal that needs his signature."
Can't reach him? But hasn't York said he'd be working late at the office?
I tried calling, too, only to be greeted by the "phone switched off" message.
About an hour later, York finally stumbled through the door.
Exhaustion etched across his face, he immediately enveloped me in a tight embrace, his fresh stubble grazing my cheek.
"Honey, I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting. Let me grab a quick shower."
Though faint, an unfamiliar fragrance wafted into my nostrils.
A seed of doubt took root in my heart.
From our first meeting to our wedding day, I'd never questioned York's love or loyalty.
But tonight, anxiety gnawed at me, and suspicion began to sprout.
As the shower started running, I eyed his phone on the couch. Against my better judgment, I picked it up.