My Husband Started Staying Late at Work and Coming Home with a Woman’s Scent, So I Decided to Follow Him and Uncover the Truth – Story of the Day

Suddenly, I heard him come in. I walked out into the hall, arms crossed, glaring at him.

“Where have you been?” I asked.

“I stayed late at work,” Richard said.

“I asked you to come earlier! I was waiting for you!” I snapped.

“I’m sorry, it just happened. I saw your message when I was already heading home. What’s the surprise?” Richard asked.

I was about to reply when something on his shirt caught my eye. “What the hell is this?!” I screamed.

Richard looked at his collar. “I must’ve gotten it on my shirt during lunch,” he said.

“Don’t lie to me! This is a lipstick stain! Who is she?!” I screamed. It was definitely a lipstick mark, smudged, as if left accidentally, but it was unmistakable.

“Calm down, there’s no one else. It’s just you for me,” Richard said.

“You jerk!” I screamed. “I’m doing everything to save our marriage, and you’re hanging out with other women!”

“I’m telling you again, there’s no one else!” Richard yelled.

“You even have the nerve to lie to my face!” I shouted. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!”

I ran to the bedroom, threw his pillow and blanket out, and then locked the door. Richard came to the door a few minutes later.

“I saw the dinner you made; it looks really nice and delicious,” he said. “Let me heat it up, and we can eat together.”

“I don’t want to eat with you!” I screamed.

I heard him standing there for a few more minutes before he just left. I cried all night. I always thought I wouldn’t be the fool whose husband cheats, but I guess I was wrong.

The next morning, I had no more sadness, just anger. I wanted to catch Richard in the act, so he couldn’t lie to me anymore.

I wanted to see the woman, the woman he preferred over me. So, that evening, I drove to Richard’s work to follow him.

I saw him get in his car and leave, so I followed. He was driving in the opposite direction of our house. Jerk!

We arrived at some apartment building, and he went inside. I watched carefully through the windows of the building until I saw him.

He entered an apartment, which looked more like a studio. There was a woman there, probably no older than 30, so he chose a younger woman.

They were talking sweetly, laughing, and then… they started doing what Richard never did with me in nearly 25 years of marriage.

They started dancing. And he was actually pretty good at it. Some moves were a little awkward, but you should have seen how he danced before.

He never knew how to dance until now. It hurt so much. I almost wished I had seen them sleeping together instead, because he never danced for me, but he did it for her.

I wanted to turn around and go home, but something inside me, all that anger that had built up, made me get out of the car and go up to the apartment.

I walked in without knocking. They didn’t even notice me right away and kept dancing.

“Are you going to lie again that you’re not cheating?!” I screamed to get their attention.

Richard immediately pulled away from the woman, nearly pushing her aside. “Melanie, it’s not what it looks like,” Richard said.

“You lied to me! You said there was no one else, and here you are, having fun with her!” I yelled.

“Let me explain everything,” Richard said.

“I think I should leave,” the woman said.

“You slept with my husband, and now you want to leave? No, honey, you’re staying,” I said.

“No one slept with anyone,” Richard said.

“Yeah, right, you just smelled like women’s perfume and had lipstick marks on your clothes for no reason,” I snapped.

“The lipstick stain happened by accident,” Richard said.

“Yes, I know it happened by accident, but that doesn’t change the fact of the cheating! For 25 years, you never, NEVER, danced with me, not even at our wedding, but now you’re doing it willingly with her,” I shouted.

“I think I should introduce myself, my name is Sarah—” the woman started, but I interrupted her.

“I don’t care what your name is!” I screamed.

I scoffed. “Dance teacher? Seriously? You could’ve come up with something more believable.”

“But it’s true. Richard asked me to teach him how to dance. This is my studio. I can show you my certificates,” Sarah said, and a moment later, she brought out diplomas proving she really was a dance teacher.

“I don’t get it,” I said.

“I also felt how hard it was after the kids left, so I decided to do something nice for you, reignite that spark that used to burn,” Richard said.

“But you hate dancing,” I said.

“That’s true, but I love you,” Richard said.

“You decided to learn to dance for me?” I asked.

“I wanted to surprise you for our 25th anniversary, so I didn’t tell you anything and had to lie,” Richard said.

“I can’t believe you did this. You did it for me,” I said, and tears started to fill my eyes.

Richard came up to me and gently hugged me. “Of course. I’d do anything for you,” he said, and kissed me.

“Maybe you’ll show your wife what you’ve learned so far?” Sarah said.

“Uh…I’m not sure, I still feel a little insecure,” Richard said.

“Come on, you’ve got this,” Sarah said and turned on the music.

Richard twirled me around. He was a little clumsy, but the dance still felt magical. I felt happy.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you more,” Richard said.