A Cactus, A Key, and a Secret Life: The Day I Discovered My Husband’s Double Life

Caught in a moment of bittersweet nostalgia, I didn’t see the edge of the rug beneath my foot. I tripped. The pot slipped. The General crashed to the floor.

The sound of breaking clay echoed through the room like a gunshot.

My first thought wasn’t about the cactus — it was John. How he’d react. The look on his face when he came back and saw his beloved cactus destroyed. I could already feel the chill of his disappointment.

I grabbed a dustpan and began sweeping up the dirt when something shiny caught my eye. A small metal key, tucked beneath a clump of soil. Odd. Why would a key be in the pot?

Curious, I picked it up. It was small — the kind you’d use for a mailbox or a tiny lockbox. And it definitely wasn’t trash.

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