"Overtime in the office," he said. But it sounded wrong.
He avoided my gaze. His phone was still locked. He went out to make his calls.
My suspicions grew.
What was he hiding? Was there anyone else? Was our whole relationship based on lies?
I needed answers.
He avoided my gaze.
I called my sister, Marie.
"There's something wrong with Ryan," I told him. He acts strangely. He comes home late. »
"Do you think he's cheating on you?"
"I don't know. But I have to find out the truth. »
Marie agreed to help me.
The next evening, we went to Ryan's office and parked a few feet away.
We waited.
"Do you think he's cheating on you?"
At 5:30 p.m., Ryan came out.
He got into his car, but instead of taking the road to the house, he drove in the opposite direction.
"Follow him," I said.
Marie started cautiously, keeping her distance.
We followed Ryan through the city.
He drove for thirty minutes before parking in front of a small old house.
We watched him disappear through the front door.
We followed Ryan through the city.
My stomach knotted.
"What is this place?"
"I don't know. But we'll find out," Marie replied.
I asked him to help me in.
Marie accompanied me to the front door.
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At 71 years old, Sophie thought she had already lived all the great stories of her life. She had loved her husband Marc deeply, had lost him after many years of marriage, and thought that love was now a thing of the past.
Then one day, an unexpected message on Facebook changed everything.
