My fears deepened. Could David be unfaithful? Had his business trips been a facade?
I had to know, so I booked a flight to Miami, checked into the same hotel, and set out to find the truth. After aimlessly wandering the hotel’s pool and beach, hope was fading.
“Maybe I should’ve back home, and confronted him later,” I whispered to myself. But then, there he was, exactly as I dreaded, but the woman with him was not who I expected.
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She appeared to be in her eighties. Could David be involved with an elderly woman? It seemed implausible. Perhaps she was a relative, I hoped.
I quickened my pace and caught up to them. David’s expression changed to shock when he saw me.
“David! What is this? Who is this woman?” I demanded, my voice rising.
David tried to calm me as other hotel guests started to look our way. But I shouted, “TELL ME THE TRUTH RIGHT NOW!”
“This is Brandon’s mother!” he blurted out, surprising me.
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“Brandon’s mother?” I repeated, calming down. Brandon had been David’s best friend, and his death had deeply affected him.
“Yes, Melinda, this is Annamarie,” David introduced her. I shook hands with her, apologizing for my outburst.
“It’s nice to meet you, dear,” Annamarie said with a smile. “You should two should talk.”
She walked away, and David then explained everything. He had promised Brandon on his deathbed to look after his mother.
Recently, Annamarie wanted to see Miami due to her health issues, and David impulsively bought the tickets, fearing I wouldn’t understand.
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“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, feeling hurt.
“You’ve been wanting a weekend just for us, and I thought you’d be upset,” David admitted, his explanation sounding feeble.
“I would’ve understood. I could have come with you,” I argued. “You should have told me about her.”
David apologized. “I promise to improve our communication,” he said.
After thinking about it for a few minutes, I shrugged. “Let’s not ruin this trip. I’d like to stay,” I proposed.
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“Having you here will mean a lot to Annamarie,” David responded, relieved.
We found her at the hotel bar and spent the next few days exploring the city together, which turned into one of the best trips of my life.
When we returned home, I explained how I found out about the trip, and we talked about our future. We decided to seek therapy to improve our communication, and our relationship grew stronger.
Annamarie became a frequent guest at our home, and when she passed away, her loss affected us just as much as Brandon’s death had.
“I’m just glad we could take her to Miami,” I told David at her funeral, and we embraced.
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Therefore, my husband’s “other woman” only brought us closer together. Isn’t that something?
Melinda and David managed to clear this misunderstanding near the sunny Miami shores, but Karma was about to help Jane discover the truth about her fiancé, Anthony.
4. Someone Told Me to Follow Karma and Stopped Me from Making a Huge Mistake
I almost married the wrong man, but karma was literally on my side. Let’s start at the beginning:
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains as I applied my makeup in front of a large mirror, reflecting quietly on the day ahead.
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Behind me, Mom adjusted my wedding dress on the bed. “Hair and makeup first, then we’ll slip you into your dress,” she reminded gently.
I nodded, breathing deeply.
“You’re so calm,” she then observed. “Are you excited to see Anthony?”
“Yes,” I said softly. “He’s thrown himself into the wedding planning. I never knew he had such a knack for it.”
My smile grew as I remembered meeting Anthony at the supermarket and flirting about watermelons. It was a simple but sweet beginning.
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“But you know,” I continued while applying another layer of mascara, “I’ve always been the one who tries to make others happy. It’s what Anthony loved about me.”
“That’s true,” Mom agreed. “But remember, today is about your happiness, Jane.”
We started getting ready, and I donned my dress when a buzzing from my phone alerted me to an incoming voice message.
A woman said: “You need to cancel the wedding, Jane. He’s hiding something. Trust me, this is for the best.”
Confused and shaken, I excused myself, ignoring the superstition about seeing the groom before the wedding, and found Anthony in his room at the venue.
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“We need to talk, Anthony. Now.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, surprised to see me in my dress.
“This,” I said, playing the mysterious voice message.
Anthony listened, then laughed it off as a prank, but his quick denial raised my suspicions. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about a silly prank,” he insisted. “We have a big day ahead, and my big business deal tomorrow. Don’t let some stupid message ruin everything.”
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“I need some time to think,” I said, feeling overwhelmed.
Back in my room, a knock at the door led me to discover a package containing photographs of Anthony with another woman in intimate situations.
Among the photos was a card that read: “Karma will show you the way.”
Mom gasped as she saw the photographs. “Is that Anthony? Is he being blackmailed?”
With a nod, I dialed Anthony’s number, so he could come and explain, but he didn’t answer. I went to find him, and he wasn’t at our wedding venue at all.
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I returned to the changing room defeated and saw my mother still staring intently at the images.
“I know this hotel,” Mom finally said, recognizing the room’s decor. She gave me the address, and I hurried there, photographs in hand.
At the hotel, I tried to learn Anthony’s whereabouts from the receptionist, who refused to help, citing hotel policy.
But just then, I heard the staff call out to a hotel maid named Karma for cleaning duties. Remembering the message on the card, “Karma will show you the way,” I followed her to room 121.
Inside, the woman from the photographs greeted me. “You’re smart. I didn’t know if you would get my message, but it worked,” she said as the maid named Karma left the room.
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“You’re the woman in the photos,” I murmured.
“Anya,” she introduced herself. “You’re Jane, right? It’s time you knew everything.”
Anya revealed she was Anthony’s mistress but had only found out about me recently. Determined to expose him, she planned this meeting.
Suddenly, Anthony entered the room. Anya pushed me into the bathroom to hide and record their conversation.
It was there that I witnessed my fiancé’s casual intimacy with Anya, which confirmed everything.
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After recording enough evidence, I left and returned to the wedding venue, where Mom and I devised a plan to expose Anthony in front of everyone.
As the wedding march played, I approached the altar, where Anthony awaited. During the vows, I had the video of Anthony’s betrayal played for all to see.
Guests gasped and Anthony’s expression crumbled.
“This wedding won’t happen because my groom is a cheater. I can’t marry a man I can’t trust,” I declared.
Anthony protested, but his pleas were ignored, especially when Mrs. Richards, his potential business partner, denounced him for lacking integrity.
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That was the end of their huge upcoming business deal. When Anthony tried to follow her, Mom tripped him.
“Karma did her job, Anthony,” I said, looking down my nose at his prostrate form. With those final words, I walked away from the altar, Mom by my side.
It was a painful time, but I’m so happy I didn’t marry someone like him.
Jane put Anthony in her place and had a satisfying resolution, but it’s nothing compared to what Claire did to expose Adrian. Hint: a pizza box.
5. I Discovered My Husband’s Lies Because of Pizza
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You have to watch out for red flags. Here’s how a certain pizza topping changed everything for me:
The city lights twinkled outside my bedroom window as I packed my suitcase for a business trip to California, but my husband, Adrian, was lamenting my departure.
“But do you have to go, Sweet Pea?” he asked, pouting.
“I promise it won’t be long. I’ll miss you too,” I said, kissing him goodbye.
At the airport, I sighed, disappointed to find no messages from him, especially since I had just discovered I was pregnant.
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I would later find out that Adrian hadn’t texted because he was busy at home. But I did get a text from the airline, saying my flight had been canceled due to bad weather, so I sighed and left the airport.
I walked into my house and found Adrian flustered. “My flight got canceled. I have to wait three days for the next one!” I explained.
“Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve come to pick you up,” Adrian stammered.
“I decided to stop at the bookshop on the way. Also, my phone battery died,” I said, noting Adrian’s odd behavior. “You’re being weird, Addy. It’s just been three hours.”
“Three hours without you felt like an eternity for me!” he awkwardly explained.
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Suddenly, I heard a noise from the bedroom. “Who’s in there?” I demanded.
“No one. It must be the windows… I left them open,” Adrian stammered, blocking my way.
Pushing past him, I entered the bedroom but found no one. “I thought I heard someone coughing. I felt you had someone here.”
“What? No, it’s just the windows,” he insisted.
“Still, you’re acting weird,” I started, letting whatever I heard go. “And there’s something I—”
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“How about you go and take a shower? You must be tired,” Adrian interrupted, pushing me to the bathroom.
I agreed because a shower sounded delightful. What I didn’t know was that Adrian was sending someone off while I was basking in the hot shower.
When I got off and went to the living room in my robe, I saw Adrian dismissing a pizza guy at the door and frowned. “Did you order food?” I asked.
“I was hun-hungry, thought we could eat together,” Adrian stuttered, so I nodded, and we sat on the couch.
“What’s in this pizza? Did you order it extra spicy?” I coughed after a bite.
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“You said you liked a bit of heat. Thought we could try the Tabasco pizza tonight,” he replied.
“A bit of heat? This is like a volcano in my mouth!” I exclaimed. “Let’s order something else or go to a restaurant. I’m starving.”
“It’s late. I’ll order something else,” he agreed, still eating. “Sorry about the pizza.”
“No apologies until you have a bite,” I teased, watching as Adrian reluctantly took a bite of a slice.
“Preferences change, you know? It’s not so bad,” he lied but coughed.
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I laughed, shaking my head, and went to our bedroom, deciding not to tell him about the pregnancy until he stopped acting so strange.
That was why I didn’t see Adrian spitting a mouthful of pizza into the sink.
The next day, I had lunch with my friend, Vanessa. I opened up about Adrian’s strange behavior and wondered if this was about having children.
Vanessa always knew how to cheer me up. She assured me it was probably due to my frequent business trips and how much he missed me.
“Still, he seems so distant these days,” I continued, pouting.
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“Don’t let these things get into your head,” Vanessa advised, smiling. But there was something wrong in her eyes. I didn’t get to ask as she continued speaking too quickly.
She suggested I take a solo vacation, and I was really considering it. Just then, the waiter arrived with our food, interrupting our chat.
I was about to eat when I noticed Vanessa had opted for a half-double Tabasco pizza.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating?” she asked, frowning.
“It’s just work,” I lied, not wanting to delve too hard into it. But a growing suspicion settled in my heart, watching my friend delight in her spicy lunch. That coupled with Adrian’s strange attitude last night had me more worried.
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I left the restaurant quickly after paying and called my husband. His line was busy. A hint of intuition told me to call Vanessa, and coincidentally (or not) her line was occupied, too.
Are they doing what I think they’re doing?
I rushed home then and found Adrian on the phone. He quickly hung up and followed me into my office, where I retrieved my luggage.
“Who were you talking to for so long?” I asked casually.
“Just a friend,” he lied, noticing what I had grabbed. “Leaving again?”
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I lied, saying that my flight had been rescheduled, and refused to look into his eyes, but that made him angry.
“What’s the point of us living together if you’re never here?” Adrian demanded, looking like I had betrayed him. “You’re hardly home. It’s been three years, and you’ve not been able to give me a child!”
“We decided to wait two years before trying!” I defended myself, while my heart broke because he didn’t know I was pregnant. “Let me finish this business trip, and we’ll talk.”
“No, you have a week to decide if you actually want a family with me, or we’re getting divorced!” Adrian threatened mercilessly.
I finally nodded and left.
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What Adrian didn’t know was that I had no business trip. Instead, I went to find the pizza guy from last night. He told me exactly what I had feared and let me ask him for a favor.
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Adrian opened the door, smiling happily because he had no idea whom he was talking to. I was dressed in the local pizza place uniform and had kept the delivery guy’s helmet on.
Even though I already knew the truth, I was heartbroken to see Vanessa behind him in her skivvies. I gave him the pizza box and watched as he opened it only to discover divorce papers inside.
“DIVORCE PAPERS? Is this some kind of joke?” Adrian gasped as I took the helmet off.
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“SURPRISE! I’ve known about your infidelity… Everything’s recorded,” I declared, showing him the body cam I had borrowed from someone else.
Adrian tried to stutter an apology, but I wasn’t listening.
“What you did is unforgivable! With my best friend, no less! You’ve got one hour to pack and leave my house…and my life! Good luck!” I added, throwing my wedding ring into the front yard.
And that was it. Months later, I was in Hawaii, drinking a mocktail and suntanning. My lawyer was handling the divorce.
If you’re wondering about the pregnancy…well, I told Adrian through our attorneys, and he wanted nothing to do with our baby. What a gem of a husband. Glad to be rid of him now!
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Some of these detectives had happy endings, while others got their hearts broken. However, what matters is that it’s much better to know the truth than to live a lie, especially in a romantic relationship.
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