I had always believed myself to be a reasonable person who tackled things calmly. But when it came to my marriage, everything appeared to go out the window!
For weeks, if not months, a thick cloud of doubt loomed over my brain. I felt my spouse was cheating, but when I uncovered the truth, I was devastated.
Damien, who used to light up our home with laughter and joy, had changed. He’d grown distant, lied about how we spent our money, and become quiet, almost as if he was retreating into a shell I couldn’t see through.
It began simply, with him missing supper a few times, staying late at work more frequently than usual, and hiding his phone, which was continuously ringing with messages he couldn’t explain.
At first, I attempted to brush it off. People go through phases, I reminded myself. Maybe he was simply stressed. However, as the days progressed into weeks, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was really wrong. My mind sank into the deepest recesses, saying things I didn’t want to believe.
Was he seeing anybody else? Am I losing him? Every time I challenged him, he would look at me with tired eyes and make some half-hearted justification. “It’s just work, Lacy,” he said with a forced smile. “Nothing to worry about.”
But his comments rang hollow, and I couldn’t convince myself they were genuine.
The breaking point came one night when he arrived home far after midnight, smelling of booze. He sank into bed without speaking, leaving me wide awake and filled with rage and anxiety. I needed to know the truth, no matter how unpleasant it may be.
I’m not proud of what I did, but if you were in my situation, you might have done the same thing. I needed to see for myself what was happening.
I despised the thought of spying on Damien, but the desire to discover the truth outweighed the guilt nagging at my mind.
The next day, I dusted off my old nanny camera and, with shaky hands, placed it in our living room. I angled it well to catch the full room without being overly obtrusive. I wanted to see what he did while I wasn’t around.
I was prepared for the worst-case scenario: catching my husband with another lady, most likely younger. However, for the first two days, I couldn’t bring myself to review the tape. I was terrified of having my worst nightmares come true.
But the stress in our home grew, and Damien became increasingly reclusive. I couldn’t handle it anymore! One evening, when my husband had retired into his solitary shell, I sat down with my laptop and opened the footage.
My heart was pounding as I watched the TV. Damien returned home, looking as tired as ever. He didn’t even switch on the lights, instead collapsing onto the couch and burying his face in his hands. For a brief time, I felt sympathy, but it was swiftly replaced with a desire for answers.
I fast-forwarded through the tape, watching him sit motionless for what seemed like an eternity. He then reached into his coat pocket. My breath got locked in my throat. I couldn’t believe my eyes as he took out an envelope and removed a letter, unfolding it with shaky hands.
My beloved spouse of 10 years began to read, and that’s when I noticed it… the tears.
They began gently, with a few droplets rolling down his cheeks. However, his shoulders began to quiver, and he crumpled into himself, sobbing quietly in the darkness. I’d never seen him cry. Never.
I stared at the screen, unable to comprehend what I saw. There was no other woman, and no hidden phone calls or messages. Damien, alone in the dark, was breaking down in ways I’d never seen before.
I rewatched the sequence, my mind spinning with ideas. What was inside that letter? Why was he keeping this from me? I couldn’t make sense of it, but one thing was certain: I needed to read the letter.
I noted which coat the mail was in and made it a point to retrieve it. I awoke in the middle of the night from my restless sleep. I couldn’t sleep because I wanted to know what catastrophe had left him so shattered.
I dashed to where he’d left the letter and grabbed it as he slept. My heart sank as I read the first few sentences. My husband was dying, and it said so right next to his name. Dying was all my eyes could focus on. I couldn’t read anything else.
Confused, I returned the letter and stayed up, waiting for Damien to awaken, my heart racing with excitement. By the time he entered the kitchen, he appeared even more weary than the night before.
His eyes were bloodshot, with black circles beneath them as if he hadn’t slept in days. “Morning,” he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He didn’t look at me; instead, he peered into his cup, as if it contained all the answers.
“Damien, we need to talk,” I said, my voice trembling despite my efforts to stay calm.
He looked up at me, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. “What’s going on, Lacy?” he asked, his voice wary.
“I saw you last night,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I know about the letter, Damien. I saw you crying. Please, just tell me what’s going on.”
The color drained from his face, and for a moment, I thought he might faint. He set down his coffee cup, his hands shaking, and stared at the table.
“Lacy, I didn’t want you to find out this way,” he whispered.
“What’s in the letter?” I pressed, leaning forward. “Please, just tell me the truth.”
He took a deep breath. “I’ve been diagnosed with something,” he finally said, his voice so quiet I almost didn’t hear him. “It’s… it’s not good, Lacy.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean? What’s wrong?”
Damien looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears. “It’s cancer,” he said, his voice cracking. “Terminal. The doctors gave me six months, maybe less.”
I felt like the floor had just fallen out from under me. The room spun, and I had to grab the edge of the table to steady myself.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Why did you try to hide this from me?”
He stretched out and took my hand, his grip feeble and quivering. “Because I didn’t want you to go through this,” he explained, tears running down his cheeks. “I didn’t want you to have to watch my passing. I thought… I figured if I simply kept it to myself, it would be simpler for you.
Easier?” I repeated, my voice rising in disbelief. “How could you think that shutting me out would make this easier? We’re supposed to be a team, Damien. We’re supposed to face things together. You can’t just decide to go through this alone.”
“I know,” he whispered, his voice filled with regret. “I know, and I’m so sorry, my love. I was scared. I didn’t want you to see me like this, weak and broken. I thought I could protect you, but all I did was hurt you.”
I grabbed him and pulled him in for a tight hug, fighting back tears that threatened to spill over.
“You don’t need to shelter me from this, darling. I am your wife. I want to be there for you regardless of what happens. Let’s confront this together, okay? “No more secrets.”
He nodded and hugged me back, his eyes full of thanks and sadness. “I don’t deserve you, Lacy,” he said softly, his voice strangled with emotion. “But I’m so glad I have you.”
We hugged each other for a long time, grieving over everything we were going to lose. I knew the path ahead would be extremely difficult, but I also knew we’d face it together.
After then, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the time we’d wasted, all the moments we could have had together if he’d just given me the truth. But I understood that obsessing on it would not change anything. What mattered now was that we were in it together.
We went on walks in the park, had movie nights at home, and even started working on a bucket list of things we wanted to do together before it was too late! One day, as we sat on the porch, watching the sunset, my husband turned to me with a sad smile.
“I wish I had told you sooner, Lacy,” he said sadly. “I’ve wasted so much time hiding from you, from us.”
I shook my head and squeezed his hand. “Don’t think about it now, sweetie. We are here together, and that is all that matters. We can’t undo the past, but we can make the most of what time we have left.”
He nodded, his eyes welling with tears. “I don’t want to leave you,” he said softly, his voice breaking. “But I am grateful for the time we have enjoyed. You’ve made the past few months pleasant, my rabbit. I’m not sure how I would have done it without you.”
My eyes welled up with tears as I leaned in to rest my head on his shoulder.
“My angel, you don’t have to do anything alone anymore. “I’m with you every step of the way.”
We sat there, wrapped in one other’s arms, as the sun fell below the horizon. At that point, I realized something significant. I had set out to catch Damien in a betrayal, believing that he was keeping something dreadful from me.
And, while I had discovered something even more tragic, it had also brought us closer than we had been in years. For however long we had left, we would face it together, side by side, as we always should have.
While Damien did not fraud, Ryan’s wife believes he is cheating after discovering incriminating evidence in their bedroom. The evidence led her down a rabbit hole, and she realized she couldn’t trust him anymore. Her concerns were realized when she discovered evidence of his infidelity in his car. Her retaliation was both sweet and fast!
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