My husband’s late nights at work sparked doubts, and a call from a woman’s name on his phone pushed me to disguise myself as a janitor to catch him cheating. I was ready for heartbreak, but the truth I found was more surprising than an affair.
Tom and I used to love our Friday evenings—kids in bed, popcorn ready, and a movie we’d laugh through. Now, I was alone, rubbing lotion into my hands, while our daughter, Ava, slept. Tom was always “at school, working late.”
One night, his phone buzzed downstairs. I crept down and saw “Megan calling” with a photo of a woman in a school polo—Ava’s teacher. My heart stopped. Was Tom cheating? I wanted to confront him, but my gut said to dig deeper, quietly.
The next day, I met my friend Lisa for lunch. “He’s late every Friday, and now this Megan woman calls?” I said, tears threatening. Lisa leaned in. “That’s suspicious. You need to investigate.” I balked. “I’m no spy!” She smirked. “My cousin runs a cleaning service. They need a janitor at Tom’s school. You’ll go incognito.”
I laughed, shocked. “Me, a janitor?” Lisa handed me a dark wig and a badge labeled “Kelly.” “No one questions the cleaner. You’ll see what’s happening.” Nervous but determined, I agreed. I was ready to uncover Tom’s secret.
The next day, I left Tom a vague note about “chores” and went to Lisa’s. In her mirror, I looked like a stranger—wig, oversized uniform, and heavy shoes. “I’m a cartoon character,” I said. Lisa clipped on my badge. “You’re Kelly, queen of cleaning. Go find the truth.”
At the school, I slipped past the guard, who barely glanced at me. “Newbie? Avoid the cafeteria fridge,” he said. I nodded, heart racing, and started mopping, scanning for Tom. Kids ignored me, and I felt invisible—perfect for spying.
By the end of the day, I hadn’t seen Tom. Then, as school let out, Ava headed to her classroom—Megan’s room. Tom was there, and I mopped closer, listening. Megan said, “Tonight, as usual?” My stomach dropped. They were meeting later.
Ava walked in. “Dad, I left my notebook!” I flinched, and my mop hit my wig, sending it flying. Ava gasped. “Mom?” Tom turned, stunned. “What are you doing?” My face burned. “Just here for Ava,” I lied, grabbing her hand and leaving Tom behind.
At home, I sent Ava to her room and packed Tom’s clothes, anger boiling. As I hauled a bag outside, a girl about Ava’s age stood there, smiling. “Hi! I’m with my dad.” Tom appeared, hesitant. “This is Ellie, my daughter,” he said. I froze. She had his smile.
While the kids played, Tom explained. “Megan and I were together before you. She left, never mentioning Ellie. She’s back, married, and wants Ellie to know me.” I was hurt he’d kept it secret but glad there was no affair. “Ava needs to know her sister,” I said.
Tom agreed, promising no more surprises. I was still upset, but my love for him held. “Unpack your own bags,” I teased, heading to make the kids a snack. Ellie’s giggle with Ava hinted at a new family future.
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