My Son's Homework Exposed My Husband's Late-Night Lies

Synopsis

My son's in first grade, and his teacher gave the class a homework assignment to track what time their dads came home each night. I stared at the assignment sheet, and my hands started shaking. Every time I went on a business trip, my husband, David Young, stopped coming home at six in the evening. Instead, he'd roll in at five-thirty in the morning. He always had the same excuse, and he'd flash me this easy smile while he explained that he was driving for Uber while our son was asleep, trying to make some extra cash. He even showed me the payment receipts. I almost believed him. Then the algorithm pushed a post from someone nearby into my feed. [I'm in love with my married boss, but when his wife's in town, we can only hook up in his car. I'm dying to mess around in his actual bed.] Someone in the comments section called her out. [Homewreckers get what's coming to them. Have some decency.] The poster fired back immediately. [The unloved wife is the real third wheel!] Right after that, she posted a selfie wearing a men's dress shirt. The photo hit me like a punch to the gut. My phone nearly slipped from my hands. The shirt cuff had embroidered initials that I'd sewn on myself just last week: [D.Y.]