Time to Divorce

This was the ninth time I had discovered women's clothing in my husband Carl Wade's storage cabinet that didn't belong to me.

Each time, he brushed it off with excuses like "holding it for a colleague" or "a friend's prank," then hugged me tenderly and apologized.

This time, what I found was a set of baby clothes.

He still smiled and explained, "A new intern at the company is struggling financially. I'm just helping her out."

I nodded and gently straightened his tie.

"You're always so kind," I said. "Then let's go help her together right now."

The smile on his face froze.

Before he could come up with a new lie, I had already pulled him out the door and headed straight to the apartment across the hall.

I knocked on the neighbor's door.

The door opened, and our beautiful neighbor who had recently moved in and claimed to be single stood there holding a crying baby.

She wore the exact same style of dress that had appeared in my husband's storage cabinet before.

I smiled and looked at my husband's ashen face. "Honey, look how wonderful fate is. The intern you mentioned from the company turns out to live right across from us."

...

The refined and gentle expression on Carl's face could no longer hold.

His lips trembled, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Cara Payne across the hall held the child, her eyes darting around in panic, refusing to meet mine.

The cream-colored dress she wore was the same limited-edition brand as the one I had found in Carl's office cabinet.

The smile on my face deepened. "Why aren't you saying anything? Won't you invite us in to sit and offer some warmth to this struggling intern?"

My voice wasn't loud, but it pierced their ears like needles.

Carl suddenly snapped back to reality and grabbed my wrist with force that nearly crushed my bones.

"Leyla, stop this! We'll talk at home!" He lowered his voice, his tone carrying a mix of pleading and threat.

I ignored him, my gaze shifting past him to the wrinkled baby in Cara's arms. "How old is the child? He really looks like you, Carl."

Those words detonated the bomb.