My 5-Year-Old Started Wearing My Wife’s Heels and Lipstick — But Her Innocent Game Exposed the Lie She’d Been Hiding

But then I found something in her email. A draft that hadn’t been sent.

> *“I can’t keep lying to him. It’s eating me alive. You said we’d tell him soon, but I can’t do this forever. I love both of them, but he deserves the truth.”*

The email was dated two weeks earlier. It didn’t say who it was meant for.

That night, I barely slept. Every time I looked at her, I saw that man’s arms around her, the roses in his garden, the lipstick on her smile.

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The following weekend, she said she had to “check on a client’s property.”

I decided I wouldn’t follow her this time. I’d do something better.

While she was gone, I called my friend Alan, a private investigator. We’d known each other since college, and though it felt humiliating, I told him everything.

“Give me two days,” he said. “I’ll find out where she’s been going.”

Those were the longest two days of my life. Every time my phone buzzed, I jumped. Every time Julia spoke, I studied her face for cracks.Continue reading…