When Alexis’ parents forced her to marry Robert, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Later, Alexis broke the one rule her husband gave her and entered the room he warned her about, unleashing secrets she wasn’t prepared for.
I couldn’t understand why my parents wanted me to get married before I found someone myself.
“Alexis,” my mother said, “Robert is a catch. He’s a wealthy man who will take care of you. You wouldn’t even have to work.”
I couldn’t refuse. My father had made it clear.
“You marry Robert, Alexis,” he said, puffing on his cigar. “Or you can figure out your own living arrangements.”
In a sense, Robert was my prince charming. Our family had a bakery, which was losing customers because we had no gluten-free options on the menu.
“We will continue to bake what we know,” my father insisted.
Our marriage was definitely an arranged one. Robert’s demeanor was cold, and he refused to let me get to know him properly. I don’t know how my father arranged our connection.
Our wedding was a spectacle of Robert’s affluence, nothing short of extravagant. Robert’s wedding planner had thought of everything.
My wedding dress was a custom piece that he commissioned for me. But even through our wedding planning, we barely spoke.
“I’m looking forward to being married,” he admitted one evening, a few days before the wedding.
“But I don’t know what I’m doing,” he added.
That was the closest Robert had gotten to letting me in.
Two days after our wedding, I moved into our new home.
“Come, I’ll show you around,” Robert said.
He took me around our home, a mansion boasting luxuries I’d never imagined before: sprawling golf courses, a shimmering swimming pool, and a fleet of staff at our beck and call.
“It’s beautiful,” I said when we got to the kitchen. “Everything is beautiful.”
“Now, Alexis, this house belongs to you too,” he declared with a hint of pride.
I smiled at the stranger standing in front of me. Maybe we were going to make something of our marriage.
“But one thing, Alexis,” he said. “There’s one rule. The attic. Never go in there.”
I nodded at Robert. I couldn’t fathom why I wouldn’t be allowed anywhere in the house. But I also recognized that I didn’t know my husband well enough yet. So, I had to obey.
A few days later, Robert went to a meeting, leaving me alone in our massive home.
Driven by curiosity stronger than any warning, I found myself ascending the stairs to the attic. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time.
A quick in and out, I thought to myself.
Pushing the door open, I was met with a sight that sent me to my knees, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t know why I was crying. I didn’t know why I felt confusion and relief at the same time.
The attic, dimly lit, seemed to be a vault of my husband’s hidden memories. Childhood toys lay scattered, each carrying untold stories. Old postcards and photographs of Robert’s life before me. Among the relics were letters from a young boy to his father, a soldier away at war.
“How dare you come in here? Now, I have to change the locks in my own home because my wife does not respect my requests?”
Robert’s face turned red with rage.
“I just want to understand,” I stammered. “I just want to know you, Robert.”
Slowly, his rage dissolved, and he seemed to see me as a companion in his world, instead of the intruder he had made me out to be.
“Alexis,” he said, “Come, let’s sit.”
Robert led me to the living room.
“My father was a stern man. He was a soldier and he believed in keeping emotions locked away. These are the only things I have of a time when I felt loved,” he confessed.
My heart caught on his every word as his voice broke.
What followed was a revelation of his soul. Stories of a lonely childhood, of a boy yearning for his father’s approval, unfolded in our home.
In those vulnerable moments, I didn’t see the distant, cold man I had married but a boy who had never stopped seeking love and acceptance. He just didn’t know how to go about it.
In those few hours, things changed. Robert started letting me in. And now, years later, our home is filled with the cries and laughter of our daughter, April.
Through our daughter, Robert healed. He healed for himself, and for our daughter.
We’ve packed away everything from the attic, so it is no longer a shrine to Robert’s past but is now my little reading nook.
I Discovered My Husband’s Affair with His Boss Through a Subtle Clue
David’s invitation to a lavish party at his boss’s mansion sparked excitement in Penelope. It felt like a perfect opportunity for them to reconnect. However, her enthusiasm wavered when she noticed a detail indicating that David had visited the mansion before, planting seeds of doubt in her mind. As hidden truths began to surface, Penelope faced the unsettling possibility of betrayal.
On an ordinary Thursday evening, Penelope was busy baking cookies for her energetic five-year-old, Derrick. The kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of vanilla and chocolate, harmonizing with Derrick’s laughter as he painted a colorful masterpiece that vaguely resembled a dinosaur.
Just then, David entered, dressed sharply but with a weary demeanor. The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions within Penelope, once thrilling, now a reminder of their strained relationship.
After exchanging greetings, David revealed an exciting opportunity: an invitation to a birthday party hosted by his boss, Laura, at her extravagant mansion. Penelope felt a rush of hope. This could be a moment for them to reconnect and enjoy each other’s company, especially with a babysitter already arranged for Derrick.
When Friday night arrived, Penelope was awestruck by Laura’s mansion. The grand structure, complete with manicured gardens and twinkling lights, felt surreal. As they stepped inside, Penelope’s excitement quickly shifted when she borrowed David’s phone to check in with the babysitter and noticed it was connected to the mansion’s Wi-Fi. Confusion washed over her, why would David’s phone already be linked here if he claimed he’d never visited before?
Throughout the evening, Penelope’s discomfort grew. David mingled with colleagues, while she wandered aimlessly, increasingly anxious. When she overheard Laura’s husband mention that Laura would have the mansion to herself, an unsettling feeling crept in. David’s casual remark about working late that night felt ominous, igniting her suspicions further.
The following day, Penelope dropped off Derrick at school, heart heavy with unease. Determined to uncover the truth, she drove to David’s office but learned he had left early for a “personal matter”. Her gut told her something was off. She called him, and his dismissive response only intensified her fears.
Fueled by a mix of dread and determination, Penelope drove to Laura’s mansion. Confronted by Laura at the door, she insisted on seeing David. Ignoring Laura’s attempts to block her, Penelope stormed inside, driven by an urgent need for answers. When she found David hiding in the closet, guilt written all over his face, everything came crashing down.
Accusations flew, and as David stumbled through half-hearted explanations, Penelope’s anger bubbled over. The confrontation concluded with her declaration that it was over, leaving David behind as she exited the lavish house, heartbroken.
The drive home blurred into a haze of tears. Back at home, the weight of betrayal felt almost unbearable, yet she knew she had to be strong for Derrick. That evening, with Maria’s comforting presence, Penelope began to process the betrayal. Seeking support, she reached out to a lawyer and started therapy to rebuild her life.
Days turned into weeks as she focused on Derrick, ensuring he felt secure and loved. One night, as she tucked him in, his innocent question about her well-being reminded her of her resilience. Smiling through her tears, she reassured him, determined to embrace a new beginning for both of them.
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