I was ready to confront him, but I was left paralyzed when I found that the mystery girl was our daughter’s teacher, Ms. Harper. Hiding behind a car, I watched them share a coffee, laughing. My heart raced—how long had this been going on? I followed them to a park, where they sat on a bench, exchanging a notebook. Unable to hold back, I stormed over. “What’s going on?” I demanded.
My husband looked shocked. “It’s not what you think! I hugged her yesterday to celebrate her teaching certification—no kiss!” He handed me the notebook: plans for our 10th anniversary, a surprise he’d been working on with Ms. Harper. Relief washed over me. I apologized for doubting him, and we hugged, promising no more secrets. Later, we laughed with my friend, grateful for the misunderstanding that reminded us of our love.
