My husband started coming home later than usual on Thursdays. He said the new project at work required late meetings. He would shower as soon as he entered the house and go straight to bed. I didn’t argue. I just started checking the mileage on his car. It was adding more kilometers than the office route explained. One Thursday I followed him. He didn’t go to the office. He parked outside a hotel two towns away and walked in without looking around. I sat in the car for forty minutes, then went inside. At the reception I gave his name and said I was his wife and he had forgotten his phone charger. Yes, I admit I lied, but I didn't recognize who I was becoming with the doubts in my heart after all the covenants we made on our first matrimonial night. The woman behind the desk smiled and said, “Room 214. He’s been coming every Thursday for almost three months. Always the same room.” I took the stairs. When I reached the door I heard a woman’s laugh. I didn’t knock. I used the spare key card the receptionist had given me without thinking. He was on the bed. The woman was someone I recognized, she worked in the same building as him, two floors below. They both froze when the door opened. He sat up so fast the sheet fell. I saw his manhood slip from her waist, “It’s not what it looks like,” he said. I looked at her. She pulled the sheet higher and wouldn’t meet my eyes. I closed the door quietly and walked back to my car. I drove home, packed one suitcase, and left before he could return. He called all night. He left voice notes saying it was a mistake, that it meant nothing, that he still loved me. I listened to the first one. In it he said, “She doesn’t even know your name.” Two days later the woman sent me a message on Instagram. She said she was sorry. She said he had told her we were separated. She said he had shown her divorce papers that were never filed. I didn’t reply to her either. Last week I saw him at our daughter’s school event. He was standing with the same woman. She was holding his arm the way she used to hold it in the hotel room. Our daughter ran to him and he picked her up and smiled at me over her head like nothing had ever happened. I smiled back. Actually am not ready to had a heart attack because I was unfortunate to have a husband like him, As a woman I know am loaded, for our daughter's sake we can still live together. But I will never make the mistake of making him my husband again or ever marry another man. Seems happiness wasn't meant for everybody no matter how beautiful you are.