During my lunch break, I returned quickly to prepare food for my sick wife. Upon entering the house, I was horrified and livid by what I saw in the bathroom.

During my lunch break, I rushed home to cook for my sick wife. Entering the house, I was shocked and I became livid in front of the scene in the bathroom. My wife Emily and I have been married for over three years now, a period of pure happiness.

All this time, absolutely nothing has ever made me doubt her or her loyalty to me. Emily is a calm, discreet woman, who always keeps her cool, no matter what situation he encounters. I often tell myself that I have an immense chance to have such a wife by my side every day.

That morning, Emily sent me a message while I was in the office, immersed in my usual files: “I’m so tired… I have a headache and a fever, so I take my day. “I asked her if I should take her to the doctor, but she answered very simply.

“No need. I just want to lie down and rest for a little while to try to get some back. “I was a little worried, but since I had an important meeting in the morning, I couldn’t go home. All day, my mind couldn’t focus on my work despite my constant efforts.

At noon, I decided to go home early to cook porridge for my wife and check her condition. If she didn’t feel better, I’d take my afternoon to take her urgently to the attending physician. When I came back to my little Brooklyn apartment, the first thing that stopped me was the door.

The front door was not locked, which was unusual for Emily who is still very careful. A feeling of unease began to rise in me. I called in a somewhat hesitant voice: “Honey? I’m home. There was no response coming from inside the apartment.

I laid my bag and walked quickly inside, with my heart beating faster and faster. As I approached the bathroom, I heard the distinct sound of the water flowing… and then suddenly, a stifled laugh, a man’s clear and recognizable laughter inside the room.

I was totally amazed by this unexpected sound in the privacy of our own home, so calm usually. Every cell in my body has frozen sharp. In my head, there was only one image left. My wife in the bathroom with another man, a betrayal I never imagined.

My heart made me feel like I was being squeezed into a vice, preventing me from breathing normally or thinking calmly. I couldn’t think of anything else. Almost instinctively, I pushed the bathroom door violently. The door opened with a blow, revealing a scene that I absolutely did not expect.

In front of my eyes, Emily was pressed against the wall, soaked, her hair stuck to her frail and damp shoulders. In front of her stood Nick, my younger brother, who lived in the apartment right next to ours usually. He too was soaked from head to toe, with water flowing down his clothes and on the floor.

Both suddenly turned to me, their faces instantly becoming as pale as mine. Emily stuttered nervously: “Don’t get me wrong. The tap is broken and leaking from everywhere this morning. “Nick knows how to fix it, so I asked him to come and help me for a while while you’re away. »

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