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I Came Home Early from a Work Trip and Found My Husband Asleep with a Newborn Baby – the Truth Was Breathtaking
But his office had already closed for the holidays. And when I asked about it, he shrugged it off.
I tried not to push, but something about the way he hovered near the window that night unsettled me. He kept glancing out into the yard like he was expecting someone. I almost asked him if everything was okay, but the look on his face was so distant that I stayed quiet.
I tried not to push.
Once I was set up at the hotel, the silence between us grew louder. I sat with my laptop, working through sheets of data while my heart ached. I sent Mark a photo of the tiny hotel tree and a text that said:
“Miss you. Wish I was home, honey.”
Hours passed, and Mark didn’t reply.
And then, as if it was a Christmas miracle, my boss called.
Mark didn’t reply.
“We’ve wrapped up early, Talia,” he said. “Thank you for working through the spreadsheets so quickly. Great job. Now, head home and enjoy the festivities. Merry Christmas.”
I nearly cried from relief. I packed my bag in ten minutes and drove to the airport in my rental car, humming along to old songs. I imagined sneaking in quietly, catching him in the kitchen, wrapping my arms around him from behind.
I nearly cried from relief.
