I Believed My Wife Had No Secrets… Until I Found Out the Truth

For a moment, I froze.
There was no reason she should have that kind of money. She didn’t have an income, her parents didn’t leave her anything, and every dollar I earned went into our joint account.

Fifty-seven thousand dollars.

It wasn’t anger I felt at first — it was confusion. Then, slowly, a pinch of betrayal.
What else didn’t I know?

The Confrontation

When she came home that evening, still in her flour-dusted apron after baking with the kids, I asked her — as calmly as I could.

“Hey, can I ask you something? I found this… bank account. In your name.”