My Husband’s Secret Meetings with His Ex
I parked a safe distance away, my heart hammering in my chest as I watched the scene unfold before me. My husband, Sam, stepped out of the car, holding our daughter’s hand, laughing as if nothing was amiss.
Then, a sleek black car pulled up beside them. The woman from Facebook stepped out.
Ella.
And the moment I saw her face, my blood ran cold.
I did know her.
She wasn’t just an ex. She was the ex. The one Sam swore he’d never speak to again. The one who left him heartbroken years before we even met. The one he had always insisted was ancient history.
And yet, here she was. With my husband. With my child.
I clenched the steering wheel, my mind racing. My daughter hadn’t lied. They were familiar—too familiar.
Ella smiled at my daughter, bending down to hug her like she was part of the family. Sam stood close, whispering something to Ella, and she laughed, lightly touching his arm.
I felt sick.
This wasn’t some casual run-in. This was planned. Routine.
I grabbed my phone, took a deep breath, and snapped a picture. Then, I got out of my car.
Sam’s face went white when he saw me. Ella turned, confusion flickering across her face before shifting into something else—something smug.
“Mommy!” my daughter cheered, running to me, oblivious to the storm brewing.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I said softly, brushing her hair back. I looked at Sam. “Want to explain?”
He stammered. “Babe, it’s not what it looks like.”
“Oh? Because it looks like you’ve been sneaking around with your ex behind my back and involving our child in it.”
Ella crossed her arms, an amused smirk on her lips. “Relax. It’s just ice cream.”
I turned to her, my voice low. “Stay out of this.”
Her smirk faltered.
Sam sighed. “I was going to tell you—”
“When?” I snapped. “After how many more ‘secret’ Wednesdays?”
My daughter tugged on my hand, confused by my anger. I forced a smile for her. “Sweetheart, why don’t you wait in the car? Mommy and Daddy need to talk.”
She nodded and skipped off, completely unaware of the betrayal standing beside her father.
I turned back to Sam, my voice shaking. “Why, Sam? Why lie?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Because I knew you’d react like this. I just—Ella wanted to reconnect. She felt bad about the past, and she wanted to meet Lily. I thought it was harmless.”
“Harmless?” I hissed. “You’ve been introducing our daughter to a woman I didn’t even know you were speaking to! Lying to me. Teaching our child to keep secrets from her own mother!”
His silence spoke louder than any excuse he could offer.
I shook my head, stepping back. “You don’t see it, do you? The problem isn’t just that you met up with her. It’s that you hid it. And you made our daughter an accomplice in your lies.”
Ella cleared her throat. “Look, maybe we should all just—”
“Don’t,” I warned, cutting her off. “You don’t get a say in my marriage.”
She huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”
I turned to Sam. “And you? Are you going to stand there and let her talk to me like that?”
More silence.
That was all I needed to know.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, squared my shoulders, and turned away.
“We’ll talk at home,” I said, my voice cold. “And trust me, you better have something better than ‘it’s just ice cream’ to say.”
I walked away, head high, heart shattered.
Tomorrow was no longer just another Wednesday.
Tomorrow, I’d decide if our marriage was worth saving.