My Husband Visited His Mistress Every Week

My husband’s phone had died, so he lent me his to call a taxi for his business trip to the airport.

Once he left, I opened his trip log and froze at a new address I’d never seen before—but one he seemed to visit often:

[Baby’s Home: Riverside Residences, Apt 12B]

My chest tightened. I tapped into his historical bookings.

For the past three months, every Tuesday and Thursday, he had been taking a taxi to that same address, returning home in the dead of night. And every Tuesday and Thursday, he had lied to me about department dinners.