Something strange was definitely happening with my husband.
I documented everything and brought it to David.
We met in a coffee shop on the other side of town.
“He’s not being honest with me,” I said, sliding the photos and phone recordings across the table.
David looked at the images and sighed. “I suspected something. He’s been… inconsistent, over-promising and under-delivering.
There’s talk. I wanted to promote him. But I started noticing things that didn’t add up — and now I know why.
Maybe that’s why he’s going for interviews — he knows he might not get the promotion and could lose his job.”
“Why lie to me? So, he’s been making jokes about me to avoid taking ownership of his own mess?” I asked.
David looked at me. “He’s scared.
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