My Husband Claimed He Was Going to Work Every Morning, Until I Discovered He Had Been on Leave for a Week—Then I Followed Him and Saw Who He Was Secretly Meeting

and switched off my engine.

Eliam parked near the entrance, took his laptop bag, and walked inside.

I checked the time.

8:47 a.m.

For several minutes, I remained in my car, trying to convince myself that there had to be a reasonable explanation.

Perhaps he was attending an appointment.

Perhaps he was helping a friend.

Perhaps he was visiting someone who needed him.

Then why had he lied about work?

That question kept returning, no matter how many explanations I invented.

I watched the building.

Ten minutes passed.