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

Tears welled in my eyes. Rage, sorrow, betrayal — all swirling like a storm inside me. I wasn’t just heartbroken. I was shattered.

Who had I been to him? A cover story? A backup plan?

I tried calling John. Voicemail. I tried again. Nothing.

I had to know the truth. All of it.

I searched for Sarah Miller online. Her social media was private, but one profile photo confirmed everything — it was the same woman. I scrolled through what I could see. Photos of a teenage boy who looked exactly like John. A birthday post last week: “Happy birthday to my amazing husband.”

He spent that birthday with them. Not on a business trip. With them.

That night, I barely slept. I cried until the tears stopped coming. But in the morning, something hardened in me. I was done being passive.

I packed a small bag and caught the first train to Boston. I had Sarah’s address from one of the documents. Apartment 42, Academic Street.

I stood in front of her door, my heart pounding.

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