After I Found out My Husband Had An Affair

After work one evening, I received a text message from an unknown number. It contained the address of a hotel room and a sentence. "Your husband, Ayden Hussain, has checked into a hotel room here with another woman."

At first, I thought it was a tasteless prank. But then I remembered that Ayden had come home at midnight recently and that we hadn't sex for a long time. Suspicion crept into my heart naturally, so I immediately called him.

The phone was quickly hung up before being connected. Then I received a message from him. "I am busy with work and can't take your call right now."

I froze. He had clearly told me that morning that he'd be on a business trip to another city nearby and wouldn't be back that night. Now he said he was working overtime? I became more suspicious.

The hotel wasn't far from my office, so I decided to go and see what was going on for myself.

When I arrived at the hotel, the receptionist asked if I wanted to check-in. I took a deep breath and told the receptionist about Ayden's name and the room number. After checking the computer, the receptionist confirmed that a man named Ayden Hussain had indeed checked in earlier that evening. She then asked, "Are you his companion?"

I nodded. "Yes."

The receptionist said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but another woman has already checked into that room. Our hotel policy allows only two guests per room at most."

My mind went blank instantly. So the text I received wasn't a prank after all. I forced a smile and said, "I'm not staying in the room. I'm just here for a chat. I'll only be there for about thirty minutes. You can time me, and if I'm not out by then, you can go to the room and drive me out."

The receptionist hesitated but eventually handed me a room key.

I hurried to the elevator and pressed the button for the designated floor with the key. As the numbers climbed, my thoughts spiraled. If I really caught him cheating, what would I do next? Would I file for divorce? But we'd only been married for a year.

I stood in front of the door. My hands trembled as I put the key close to the door. The lock beeped, and I lightly pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit. Clothes were scattered across the floor, trailing from the doorway to the bed. The tie I had lovingly knotted for Ayden that very morning was now crumpled in a heap by the bathroom door.

A woman's moans filled the room. A woman's voice asked, "Ayden, who do you like more-me or Lorraine?"

Ayden chuckled and said, "Lorraine? She's so lifeless in bed. How could she ever compare to you, my baby?"

The woman giggled coyly. "You're so bad."

I never imagined I'd experience such humiliation in my life. I took out my phone and began making a video. The two of them were so engrossed in having sex that they didn't even notice me standing there.

After recording their shameful behavior, I bolted out of the room like I was running for my life.

When I got downstairs, I received another message from the mysterious sender. "Did you see it? What's your decision? If you want a divorce, I can help."

I quickly asked, "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

The response came swiftly. "I am just a concerned citizen trying to help you out. If you need a lawyer, let me know."

Ayden and I had been college sweethearts. He was a local, and his family was well-off. Before he even graduated, his parents had bought him an apartment.

We started dating in our sophomore year. After graduation, I landed a job as a teacher at a local high school. A year later, we got married, and things naturally fell into place.

There was no remarkable love story between us. Ayden was a mild guy and was nice to me. He had his life meticulously planned out. In others' eyes, he was an ideal husband, and even I had thought so. I never expected that he had long grown tired of my "boring" nature.

I didn't plan to confront Ayden immediately. Instead, I decided to gather all the evidence I needed before asking for a divorce. The next day, Ayden came home as normally as before. He casually said, "Jonny's back. We planned to have dinner this evening, and he insisted I bring you along."

I responded with a simple "Oh." Then I asked, "Isn't he studying abroad? Why is he back so soon?"

Ayden replied, "I've heard he's been back for a while and is working on a studio project. He only just found time to contact me."

Jonny Hall was a close friend of both Ayden and me. Although I'd gotten to know him through Ayden, Jonny had always been kind to me. When Ayden was busy, Jonny often took me out to have fun. Over time, we developed a good rapport.

The dinner was at a restaurant Jonny had chosen. He loved lively gatherings and often chose a KTV room. As soon as we arrived, Ayden was whisked away by others to play cards. Jonny, holding a glass of wine, waved me over.

I looked around the room, and there was no other empty seat. I hesitated before sitting down beside him.

He handed me a drink. "Lorraine, it's been a while. You look even more beautiful."

I took a sip and said, "Haven't I always looked the same? You have seen me so many times."

Jonny glanced in Ayden's direction and sighed, "Ayden's so lucky to marry you. There's no one else like you in the world."

I suspected Jonny had already been drunk and was starting to ramble, but his words made me feel a little bitter. Ayden wasn't as Jonny described.

Jonny kept drinking as he shared stories about his year in Trau Smaria. While he was speaking, he suddenly slumped onto my shoulder, leaned close to my ear, and said, "Lorraine, I missed you so much this past year abroad."

His breath brushed against my ear, and I tilted my head away instinctively. But he leaned in even closer and even wrapped an arm around my waist.

I quickly glanced at Ayden. He was engrossed in a card game with the others and was completely oblivious to what was happening to me.

When we left that evening, both Jonny and Ayden were drunk. Jonny suddenly grabbed the strap of my handbag. "I want to ride in Lorraine's car."

Another friend who went there with us put an arm around Jonny's shoulder. "Jonny, you're clearly drunk. Lorraine is Ayden's wife. How could she give you a ride home?"

But Ayden suddenly said, "Lorraine, you drive Jonny home. I have something else to deal with, so I'll just take a cab."

In the past, I might have asked where he was going, but now I didn't even bother. I simply nodded and helped Jonny toward my car later.

After we walked only a short distance, Jonny seemed to sober up quite a bit.

He asked deliberately, "You're driving me home and making Ayden take a cab. Won't he be upset?"

I replied, "He won't."

Jonny suddenly sat up straight and asked, "What about you? Are you upset?"

I couldn't understand what he meant and gave him a puzzled look. He continued, "You don't seem to be as close as you were before you got married."

I hadn't expected even Jonny to notice it. I forced a bitter smile. "Marriage is a whole different world from dating. You'll understand someday."

When I dropped Jonny off at his building, he suddenly hugged me. "Lorraine, do you ever feel regret about getting married?"

I quickly pushed him away. "Jonny, you're drunk. Go home and get some rest."

Ironically, just as I was finalizing my divorce papers, Ayden and I reached the first anniversary of our wedding.

Ayden asked me what gift I wanted. I told him I didn't want anything, but I had a big gift for him.

That evening, when he asked me to celebrate our anniversary, I handed him the divorce papers.

I said, "Let's get a divorce."

When I said that, I was much calmer than I had imagined. Over the time I'd spent preparing for the divorce, Ayden had gradually faded from my life.

Ayden looked shocked. "What are you talking about, Lorraine? It's our anniversary today. It isn't a funny joke."

He looked nervous and seemed to be afraid that I would divorce him. I said, "I've already signed them. I don't want your apartment or any compensation. Let's just have a divorce."

Ayden suddenly got furious. "Lorraine, what do you mean? Why are you suddenly asking for a divorce? Do you fall for someone else?"

How dare he say that? I felt an overwhelming urge to slap him. My anger flared as I shouted back, "What are you talking about? Who are you accusing of falling for someone else?"

Ayden pointed at me and seemed to realize something. "I knew it. You've been distant lately, and now I see why. You've been sneaking around with another guy. Let me guess, it started when Jonny came back, didn't it? I've known it all along."

He suddenly seemed to have something on me and firmly accused me. "Now I understand why Jonny insisted on my bringing you along and riding in your car home when we had our first gathering after he came back. When did you start having a relationship? Before we got married?

Ayden seemed to have torn off his mask of being kind and revealed his ugly side. He cheated on me, but he had the nerve to accuse me and spun a story about Jonny and me.

I knew it was pointless to argue with Ayden. I said coldly, "Do you really want to bring up what happened that evening? You insisted on taking a cab. Where did you go after you left? I just didn't ask you back then, but it doesn't mean I know nothing. The fact that I'm putting these divorce papers in front of you means I know everything you've done. If you don't agree, we can let the court decide it."

Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked away.