I was passing by my brother’s house and decided to stop by for a visit, but right at the entrance I saw my wife’s car. I slowly approached the window to find out what they were doing inside – and I was speechless with horror.

I was walking home after a long day at work when I noticed a familiar house—my brother’s house. We hadn’t seen each other in a long time, and since I was on the road, I decided to stop for a while, talk, and have coffee, like before.

But as soon as I arrived at the gate, I saw a car parked in front of his house. My heart froze. It was my wife’s car. I didn’t immediately check the license plate – I just stood there, not believing my eyes.

At first I tried to convince myself that it was some kind of coincidence: maybe she had come to deliver something, maybe there were other reasons. But the longer I stood there, the faster my heart beat.

I decided to find out what was going on and took out my phone and dialed her number.

“Hello, where are you?” I asked.

“Hello,” she replied calmly, “I’m at a friend’s place, I’m going to sit for a while and then I’m going home. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in an hour.”

“At a friend’s,” I repeated, trying not to shake my voice.

“Yes, everything is fine.” And the conversation ended.

Passing by my brother’s house, I decided to stop by for a visit, but at the entrance I saw my wife’s car. I slowly approached the window to find out what they were doing there, and I was horrified.