The Night I Followed My Wife and Learned What True Love Really Is

 

My wife began leaving the house at night and returning around 5 or 6 a.m.

Initially, I tried to ignore it, convincing myself she was just out for a drive or visiting friends.

But when the nights grew more frequent, suspicion crept in.

I started to fear the worst—infidelity.One night, unable to stand the torment any longer, I decided to follow her.

My heart pounded when I drove a few cars behind, headlights dimmed.

She wasn’t headed to a bar or a strange neighborhood like I expected.