I thought I knew the man I married, the one I’d planned a future with. But one morning, after yet another late night, I discovered the truth about Jason’s double life — a secret so shocking that it shattered our marriage beyond repair.
When Jason and I met, it felt like the universe had finally handed me my person. He had this calm, nerdy energy, and we immediately clicked over our shared obsession with the digital world.
I designed websites; he secured them, working as an IT security specialist. Jason would joke that we were two halves of a tech team, “partners in crime in the digital universe.”
It was so natural, like we’d always known each other. We dated, we fell in love, we got married; it all happened as if we were following some well-written script.
For the first three years of our marriage, life was smooth, blissful even. We had our routines and weekend escapes, usually somewhere scenic for hiking to disconnect from screens and recharge.
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Family plans, a home of our own — it was all on the horizon, just not quite here yet. We were taking our time, savoring this phase, enjoying our relationship.
But as they say, life rarely goes as planned. Things began to shift.
One Friday night, Jason came home much later than usual. I remember because I was setting the table with his favorite dish — grilled salmon, just the way he liked it. He had texted, saying he was caught up at work, and by the time he got home, the food was cold.
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I watched him stumble in, too exhausted to talk, let alone eat. I felt a pang of worry mixed with irritation, but I brushed it off. I told myself he was just working hard, making sacrifices for us.
“Just a phase,” I told myself. He’d said it was all for us, for our future, and I wanted to believe that.
As the months went on, the late nights piled up. The weekend hikes? Slowly forgotten. Movie nights turned into him passing out on the couch, his phone glued to his hand even in his sleep.
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There was one particular evening I couldn’t forget; it was his birthday, and I had planned a cozy evening at home with a home-cooked meal and some wine. But he walked in hours late, his shirt wrinkled, the faint smell of cologne that wasn’t his.
“Rough day?” I asked, trying to sound casual, hoping for an explanation.
“Yeah, just a lot going on. I’m sorry,” he mumbled, barely looking at me. He slumped into a chair, his phone buzzing constantly in his pocket.
“Maybe leave the phone in another room, just for dinner?” I suggested lightly.
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He hesitated, then finally put it away, but his eyes kept darting to the pocket where he’d stashed it. We ate mostly in silence, a silence that felt louder with every bite. My worry began to fester into suspicion.
Jason’s long hours at work were starting to make me feel like an outsider in my own marriage. My gut told me something was off, but I didn’t have proof, just this gnawing feeling that kept me up at night.
