It started with small changes. My husband became distant and impatient. He avoided conversations and acted irritated when I asked simple questions. At the same time, our househelp started behaving differently. She became too confident around him and too defensive around me. I noticed strange tension in the house, but I could not understand why.
I tried to ignore it because I did not want to accuse anyone without proof. I told myself I was overthinking. But the signs became louder. My husband started coming home late. He locked his phone. He stopped showing affection. Even when we were in the same room, he felt far away.
One day, I discovered the truth. I will not explain everything, but I found enough to confirm that my husband was involved with our househelp. I felt like the ground had opened beneath my feet. I was angry, ashamed, and confused. I kept asking myself how a man could disrespect his wife inside the same home where she cooks and prays for him.
I wanted to fight. I wanted to scream. But something told me that reacting with chaos would destroy me more than it would fix the marriage. I chose silence first, not because I was weak, but because I needed clarity. I needed to know what I wanted before making decisions that could affect my children and my future. READ MORE......
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