One afternoon, while I was watering the plants on the balcony, I suddenly saw my husband coming up from the floor below. He was leaving a strange apartment, as casually as someone arriving home. I was surprised, but thought maybe he was visiting a friend or associate.
Days later, at the same time, I saw him leave again. This time he was carrying a bag of food, his face full of tenderness and joy… expressions he hadn’t shown me in a long time. A painful suspicion began to grow inside me.
I decided to investigate. The building guard hesitated at first, but eventually confessed:
“Mr. Rodrigo visits 904 a lot… a young woman who has been renting there for years lives there.”
I felt my soul freeze. 904 was right below my apartment. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it was breaking my chest. Could it be that for four years my husband had been living another life, with another woman, right under my feet, while I walked every day on that nest of betrayal without realizing it?
