My Husband Started Sneaking Out to His Van Every Night – When I Found Out the Truth, I Couldn’t Stop Crying

I started reading.

“She burns the first pancake every time and eats it so you don’t have to.””She sings off-key until you laugh when you’re sad.””She smells like coffee and vanilla when she hugs you.”

My eyes filled.

I grabbed another notebook.

This wasn’t an affair.

This wasn’t anything sordid, in fact.

This was… something else.

Something that made my chest hurt.

I put everything back exactly where it was, climbed out, locked the van, and went inside.

The rest of the day was a blur.

Feed baby. Change baby. Stop Maddie from licking the dog.

Load the dishwasher.

Meanwhile my brain was just screaming, What is this?

When Jake came home that night, I was waiting on the couch with one of the notebooks in my lap.

He walked in, dropped his keys in the bowl, and smiled. “Hey, babe.”

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