That rainy night, I went home early—and everything changed

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It was a rainy night. I left work early and headed home.

The moment the key slid into the lock, I heard it – sounds from our bedroom.

Muffled moans, ragged breaths.

My hand froze mid-air.

Brooke had said she was working late tonight, wouldn't be home for dinner.

But now, there were clearly two people in our bedroom.

I pushed the door open quietly. The living room was a mess.

A pair of women's heels tossed carelessly by the entrance, a man's dress shoes slumped beside the sofa.

On the coffee table, two red wine glasses with dark, crimson residue.