Dave and I lived a life of routines and quiet comforts for more than twenty years. After 22 years of marriage, our days were routine and our nights were quiet. That’s why I knew something wasn’t right when Dave started taking out the trash at three in the morning, when he usually snores next to me.

Something Out of the Ordinary

It began quietly. His side of the bed would be empty when I woke up, and the sheets would be cool to the touch. Dave would mention taking out the trash in passing when asked. However, he had never demonstrated such initiative in our years together, particularly not at night.

My curiosity was nagging at me. What caused the abrupt change? Was he suffering from insomnia, or was there something more sinister going on here?

The Start of the Investigation

I set my alarm for 2:55 AM because I was determined to find out the truth. When the gentle chime roused me, I saw that Dave had already left. I could see him standing on the porch of a blue house across the street when I looked through the window. He was welcomed by a woman in a red silk dress who put her arms around his neck. The sight of their passionate kisses broke my heart.

Unaware that I had been found, Dave went back home while I fled into the darkness, my heart racing.

Collecting Proof

I recorded his nightly visits over the course of the following week, filming their interactions. I needed indisputable evidence, but every recording was a dagger to my heart. While I lay in bed pretending to sleep, I observed my husband of 22 years having private moments with another woman.

Resolution and Confrontation

Equipped with proof, I consulted a lawyer, ready to face the treachery. “How was the trash?” I asked Dave after he got back from one of his midnight adventures. Everything was confirmed by his perplexed expression.

The next steps were challenging but essential. I decided to put my health and dignity first and filed for divorce.

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