Is old the adage “curiosity killed the cat” true? It’s hard to know, so let’s step into the shadows of the unknown, where every hushed whisper and covert glance leads to revelations about the people you love most.
Trust is the thread that holds everything together. But when suspicion gnaws at its edges, the urge to uncover the hidden can become an obsession. This collection explores the breathtaking revelations of what happens when partners turn into detectives.
1. My Husband Kept Going to His Rented Garage, So I Followed Him Discreetly One Day
“Frank, where are you going? I thought we could watch a movie tonight,” I frowned at my husband as I saw him heading toward the front door after dinner.
“I’ve got a few things to do at the garage,” he replied, putting on his shoes. “I won’t have time later, honey. I’m paying good money to rent that space, and I gotta use it as much as possible.”
“And when do we get to see your car finally?” I asked, trying to keep my anger in check.
“When it’s ready.” He kissed me and left the house.
I turned to our daughter. “Have you ever seen Dad’s car?” I asked her.
Annie, 21 and living with us while attending college nearby, just shrugged. “Just let it go, Mom,” she said. “Dad’s got a hobby, and you should get one too. I’m off to Sandra’s. We have a chem test coming up.”
I appeared relaxed to her, but inside, I was frustrated. It was odd that Frank, who had never shown any interest in cars before, would suddenly buy and restore one.
So, that night, I discreetly followed him, pondering how much he had changed from the man I married. He’d come home, eat, and rush off to the garage most nights, returning at odd hours. Once, I even thought I smelled another woman’s perfume on him when he climbed into bed. But that could’ve been my imagination.
Parking away from the garage rental, I sat in my car, watching. I noticed Frank’s car and saw him glance back as he entered.
I knew I needed proof of Frank’s betrayal, so I decided to burst into the space with my camera ready. But just then, the garage door opened, and a woman in a bright sequined dress with blond hair walked out.
My mouth dropped open. There was no point in bursting into the garage and yelling now that the mistress had left. I drove home, my emotions bubbling, and decided it was time to get back at Frank.
A few days later, I found myself meeting up with my ex-lover at a posh bar. “I can’t believe you called me,” he smiled as a waitress brought our drinks.
I flipped my hair back, acting like the flirtiest person alive. “Well, it’s just been so long. I had no idea what I wanted back then, but now I realize I made a mistake when I chose Frank over you,” I paused, gauging his reaction. “Are you married? Is this a bad time?”
“No, no, Cheryl. I’ve had a few dates here and there, but nobody’s ever compared to you,” Adam confessed with sincerity. “But…what about Frank?”
“Our marriage…it’s not working,” I sighed, part of my act to sway him. “He’s become so boring, so distant. I would’ve left him sooner if not for our daughter.”
“So you’re getting separated?” Adam leaned in, intrigued.
“Yes, and it’s been years, but do you think we could—” I began, only for Adam to interrupt with a “yes” before I could finish. Smiling seductively, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted.
A week after we met at the bar, I suggested to Adam we meet at the rental garage right at dinnertime, fully knowing Frank would show up soon after. I had always suspected there was no car inside, and as expected, the garage was filled with drawers, boxes, a vanity table, a closet, and a shoe shelf… complete with high heels.
Turning to Adam, I spread my arms wide, like a showgirl from a competition program. “This is Frank’s garage. He supposedly comes here to work on his vintage car. Don’t know where that is, but I’ve had this fantasy about having a little tryst in here,” I said, my smile as seductive as ever.
“Really?” Adam started to smile, intrigued.
“You remember how I was when you worked on your motorcycle,” I reminisced, stepping closer to him. “How I would sneak up behind you and touch your back…your shoulders…” Adam trembled under my hands.
He was swayed almost instantly, his strong hands grasping me and pinning me against the garage wall in a fervent kiss. He always had a taste for power, roughness, passion, and urgency.
I knew we needed to stall for time until Frank arrived. But just then, I heard a car outside, and even Adam took notice.
“It must be for another rental,” I quickly said, diverting his attention and taking off his shirt to ensure we were caught in a compromising position.
“I know where you keep your shoes,” a familiar voice announced, causing my body to freeze. It was Annie!
“Oh, God! No! Get in the closet! It’s my daughter!” I panicked.
Adam hurried into the closet just as the garage door opened, and Annie’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of me.
“Mom? What are you doing here?”
I came here because I knew your dad was hiding something!” I blurted out in desperation. “Where’s the car? And what are women’s shoes and a vanity desk doing in here?”
“Well, I’m—I came here to pick up shoes for him,” Annie sighed, seeming exasperated.
“So you knew? You knew he was cheating?” I gasped in disbelief.
Annie shook her head. “You need to come with me, Mom. He’s not cheating on you.”
An hour later, Annie and I were at a club. She had ordered me a few drinks, and we watched several shows. But I didn’t know what we were waiting for.
Annie, I still don’t get why we’re here,” I whispered. But she just pointed to the stage.
“This is why we’re here,” she said, and I turned to see the lights changing, and to my astonishment, the same woman I had seen the other night appeared on stage.
“You brought me to see your dad’s mistress?” I shouted at my daughter over the music, anger rising in my voice.
“God, Mom!” Annie rolled her eyes, clearly frustrated. “Look closer!”
I gave the performer another look, and suddenly, everything clicked. Beneath all the makeup, the dress, the high heels, the shoes, and the wig… was my husband.
“Frank?” I gasped, turning to Annie for confirmation, which she gave with a knowing nod.
How long has this been going on?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, as a mix of shock, confusion, and curiosity overwhelmed me.
“Well, the show has only been happening for a few months, but I think it might have been a latent desire or a hidden talent,” Annie answered cautiously.
My mouth must have opened and closed several times through Frank’s musical number. “Frank’s a drag queen?” I gasped. “Oh god!”
Annie nodded. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But I only discovered it by accident when I was here with my friends one night.”
Watching Frank perform, I could see how much the guests loved him. He was doing an incredible job, and I couldn’t help but clap when his show ended.
