I started getting this gut feeling that my husband was up to something. He’d been distant lately—always texting late at night and acting like he was hiding something. One evening, I decided to follow him after work, convinced he was meeting someone.

But when he drove out to this tiny, rundown building on the outskirts of town, I was completely thrown off. I stayed in the car, feeling my heart race, thinking the worst. When he finally came out, I was expecting him to be with another woman, but no—he was carrying a duffel bag.

I thought, What is he hiding in there? But when he opened the bag, I saw it was filled with… old board games. Turns out, he’d joined a competitive board game club. He’d been practicing for weeks, trying to win a national tournament. He didn’t want to tell me because he thought I’d think it was silly.

I was so relieved, but also a little embarrassed for jumping to conclusions. All this time, I thought he was cheating when he was just obsessed with board games.