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For over two decades, Dave and I shared a life filled with routines and quiet comforts. Married for 22 years, our days were predictable, our nights peaceful. That’s why, when Dave began taking out the trash at 3 AM, a time he usually spent snoring beside me, I sensed something was amiss.
A Disturbance in the Routine
It started subtly. I’d wake up to find his side of the bed empty, the sheets cool to the touch. When questioned, Dave would casually mention taking out the trash. But in all our years together, he had never shown such initiative, especially not in the dead of night.
Curiosity gnawed at me. Why the sudden change? Was he battling insomnia, or was there a deeper reason behind these nocturnal excursions?
The Investigation Begins
Determined to uncover the truth, I set my alarm for 2:55 AM. As the soft chime stirred me awake, I noticed Dave was already gone. Peering through the window, I spotted him across the street, standing on the porch of a blue house. A woman in a red silk dress greeted him, wrapping her arms around his neck. They kissed passionately, a sight that shattered my world.
I retreated into the shadows, heart pounding, as Dave returned home, unaware of my discovery.
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