The Key That Opened My Eyes
It was a key card for a hotel. The name wasn’t familiar, but a quick search told me it was across town. That night, when he left for his “late meeting,” I drove to the hotel and waited in the lobby. My stomach churned as I saw him walk in, holding hands with another woman.
When he saw me, his face turned pale. The confrontation was messy, and his lies unraveled fast. He begged for forgiveness, but seeing the truth with my own eyes made it impossible to go back.