I Married the Man Who Saved My Life

I called my sister, Marie.

“Something’s wrong with Ryan,” I told her. “He’s been acting weird. Coming home late. Being secretive.”

His phone was always locked.

“Do you think he’s cheating?”

“I don’t know. But I need to find out.”

Marie agreed to help me.

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The next evening, we drove to Ryan’s office and parked a few meters away.

We waited.

At 5:30 p.m., Ryan came out.

He got into his car, but instead of taking the road that led home, he drove in the opposite direction.

“Follow him,” I said.

Instead of taking the road that led home, he drove in the opposite direction.

Marie pulled out carefully, keeping a safe distance.

We followed Ryan through town.