I woke up in the middle of the night and realized my husband wasn’t in bed. The clock read 3:12 a.m. When he walked in through the front door moments later, I asked where he’d been. Without hesitation, he said he was “taking out the trash.” At that hour? It sounded ridiculous—but when I checked, the trash was gone.
The next night, it happened again. Same time. Same excuse. By morning, the trash had disappeared once more. My gut told me something was very wrong.On the third night, I set an alarm for 3:00 a.m. When it rang, his side of the bed was cold. I quietly got up and stepped outside into the darkness… and froze when I saw him. He wasn’t anywhere near the trash. And in that moment, I realized the truth was far worse than a simple lie.
