My Husband Snuck Out of Our Hotel Room Every Night and Lied About It — One Night, I Secretly Followed Him

I woke up to find my husband slipping out of our hotel room in the dead of night. When I finally gathered the courage to follow him I uncovered a secret that shattered our marriage.

I never thought I’d have a husband who would lie to me.

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A sad woman looking to her side | Source: Pexels

David and I had been married for five years. Most of the time, I thought we were happy. We had a nice life, good jobs, and a comfortable home. But there was always something missing.

I wanted children. A real family.

David always dodged the topic. He’d say things like, “Let’s enjoy life a little longer,” or “Kids change everything, you know.” I wasn’t sure if he’d ever be ready.

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A light-hearted smiling man | Source: Pexels

But when he suggested a vacation by the ocean, I thought maybe this was his way of reconnecting. A fresh start. A way for us to remember why we fell in love.

“I found the perfect place,” he had said, showing me the hotel online.

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A smiling man with his laptop | Source: Pexels

It was beautiful — right on the water, with a private beach and a charming, old-world feel. It wasn’t the first hotel we looked at, though. He had been set on another place at first, but then he saw an ad for this one and changed his mind.

He seemed oddly excited about it. I should have paid attention to that.

An excited man on his phone | Source: Pexels

An excited man on his phone | Source: Pexels

The first night at the hotel felt perfect. The ocean breeze, the sound of waves, the warm glow of the lamps in our cozy room. We had dinner by the water, sipping wine, laughing like we hadn’t in years.

For a moment, I let myself believe this was exactly what we needed. We went to bed early, exhausted from traveling. David fell asleep almost instantly. I curled up beside him, feeling safe.

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A sleeping woman | Source: Pexels

Then, in the middle of the night, I woke up.

The room was dark, but something felt… off. I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes. Then I heard a soft rustling. The sound of fabric.

David was slipping out of bed. I stayed still, barely breathing.

He moved carefully, trying not to wake me. I heard the faint click of the door unlocking. Then, just like that, he was gone.

A man sneaking out of his hotel room | Source: Midjourney

A man sneaking out of his hotel room | Source: Midjourney

My heart pounded. Where was he going?

I sat up, staring at the closed door. My mind raced with possibilities. Maybe he couldn’t sleep. Maybe he went to get some air. Maybe—

I shook my head. I was half-asleep and overthinking. I lay back down, telling myself it didn’t matter.

The next morning, I watched him closely as he got dressed. He looked… normal. Relaxed. He whistled softly as he buttoned his shirt.

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A serious suspicious woman | Source: Pexels

I decided to ask.

“How did you sleep?” I kept my voice light.

He smiled. “Great! Didn’t wake up once.”

I froze. I studied his face, looking for any sign that he was joking. But he just kept smiling, like nothing had happened.

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A happy man with sunglasses | Source: Pexels

A strange feeling settled in my stomach. I almost said something, almost told him I saw him leave. But instead, I forced a smile. “Me too.” And just like that, the lie sat between us.

I didn’t sleep the next night. I lay still, eyes closed, waiting. Every breath David took felt like a countdown to something I didn’t understand yet.

Then, just like before, he moved. Slow. Careful. Quiet.

A man standing in his hotel room an night | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in his hotel room an night | Source: Midjourney

I kept my breathing steady, pretending to be asleep. I heard the rustle of fabric as he grabbed his clothes and the soft click of his phone. Then the door unlocked, and he was gone.

I slipped out of bed, my heart pounding. For a second, I hesitated. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe it was nothing. But something deep inside me knew better.

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A woman leaving her hotel room at night | Source: Midjourney

I stepped into the hallway, my bare feet silent against the cool floor. The dim light cast long shadows, making everything feel eerie. I saw him at the end of the hall.

He wasn’t alone. A woman stood next to him. Slim, blonde, wearing a hotel uniform. The receptionist.

They spoke in hushed voices. Then, before I could process what was happening, she unlocked her car. David got in.

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A man approaching a car at night | Source: Pexels

I took a shaky step forward, but it was too late. The engine started. The tires crunched against the gravel.

And then—

David turned his head. For a split second, our eyes met through the car window. He waved.

Not panicked. Not guilty. Just… a casual little wave. Like he knew I was there. Like he had been expecting me.

Then they were gone. I stood there, frozen. I don’t remember how I got back to the room.

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A shocked woman at night | Source: Pexels

I sat on the bed, staring at the wall, the sound of the waves crashing outside, and waited. Any minute now, he’d come back. He’d have some stupid excuse. Something ridiculous. Something I could argue against.

But he never did. The hours dragged by, the sky turning from black to gray to soft morning light. Still, no David.

My hands shook as I reached for my phone. I called him. Straight to voicemail. I called again and again. Nothing.

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A scared woman talking on her phoe | Source: Pexels

My chest felt tight, my breath shallow. I wasn’t just confused anymore. I was abandoned.

By morning, I had made up my mind. I needed answers. I threw on my clothes and stormed down to the front desk.

The receptionist wasn’t there. A different woman stood in her place, smiling politely. “Good morning! How can I help you?”

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A smiling woman behind a front desk | Source: Pexels

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I—” My voice came out hoarse. “I need to speak to the woman who was here last night. The blonde one.”

The receptionist frowned. “Oh… I’m sorry, but she doesn’t work today.”

I clenched my jaw. Of course she didn’t.

“Okay. What about my husband? David. He never came back last night.”

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A woman talking to a receptionist | Source: Pexels

The woman’s polite smile faded. “Let me check.” She tapped on her computer, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she looked up.

“He checked out early this morning.”

Everything inside me went cold.

I gripped the edge of the counter. “What?”

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A receptionist talking on her phone | Source: Pexels

“He officially checked out. His name is no longer on the room reservation.”

I stared at her, my pulse hammering in my ears. He was gone. No note. No explanation. Nothing.

Just… gone.

I walked back to the room in a daze. The bed was still unmade from the night before. His suitcase was gone. His toothbrush, his clothes — every trace of him had disappeared.

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A cozy hotel room | Source: Pexels

I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands numb. I called his phone again. Still voicemail.

A choked laugh bubbled up in my throat. He had planned this. This wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment decision. He had booked this hotel for a reason. He had waited until I was asleep. He had left knowing I would wake up alone.

I clenched my fists. The sadness hit first. A deep, crushing weight in my chest. Then came the anger.

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A sad woman looking to her side | Source: Pexels

How dare he? How could he? I had spent five years loving this man. Five years believing we were building a life together, and he had walked away without a single word.

Months passed.

I moved back to my hometown, carrying the weight of betrayal with me. My mother welcomed me with open arms, filling the house with the warmth I desperately needed. But no matter how much she tried to comfort me, the pain lingered.

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A tired woman lying on her table | Source: Pexels

Some nights, I lay awake, replaying everything. The way David had smiled at me that morning. The way he had waved before driving off. The way he had disappeared, as if our five years together meant nothing.

I wanted answers. But I knew I’d never get them.

Then one afternoon, as my mother and I sat in the living room, scrolling through our phones, everything changed.

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A mature woman looking at her phone | Source: Pexels

“Look at this,” she said, turning her screen toward me. “Doesn’t that place look familiar?”

I frowned. It was an advertisement for a seaside hotel. The same hotel.

And there, in the center of the photo, was her. The blonde receptionist.

I felt my stomach drop. Before I could say anything, my mother gasped. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “I know her.”

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A hotel manager at the front desk | Source: Pexels

I turned to her, my heart racing. “What?”

“She’s from here,” my mother said, squinting at the screen. “That’s David’s high school sweetheart.”

The room spun.

Memories flooded back — David insisting on changing hotels at the last minute. His excitement when he saw the advertisement. The way he had vanished so easily.

An excited man looking at his phone | Source: Freepik

An excited man looking at his phone | Source: Freepik

He had planned this. From the very beginning, he had been orchestrating his escape. I set my phone down, my hands trembling.

I had wasted months grieving a man who had never truly been mine. Time passed. Slowly, I healed. I focused on myself. I rebuilt my life.

And then, one day, I met someone new. His name was Ryan. He was kind, patient, and steady in a way David had never been. He didn’t run. He didn’t hide.

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A woman on a date | Source: Pexels

He loved me the way I had always deserved to be loved. We got married on a quiet spring afternoon.

A year later, I held my newborn twins in my arms, their tiny hands gripping my fingers. I had finally found the happiness I had dreamed of for so long.

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A woman holding a baby’s foot | Source: Pexels

One evening, I watched Ryan play with our children on the beach, their laughter filling the air. The same ocean that had once brought me so much pain now brought me nothing but joy. David was nothing but a memory, and I was finally free.

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Twins walking near an ocean | Source: Pexels

New Father Kicks Wife With Newborn Twins onto the Streets, Years Later He Begs Her for Help – Story of the Day

A minted father who is unwilling to spend money to raise his newborn twins asks his wife to give up one baby for adoption. He kicks her out with the babies when she refuses and knocks on her door for help five years later.

It was a cold, rainy night, and Angie cradled her newborn babies at the bus stop. “Where will we go? Jesus, please help us. Shelter us as we wait out this rough night,” she cried, wiping warm tear droplets off her babies’ faces. Angie had nowhere to go, and her parents had died long back.

Suddenly, she sensed something creeping behind her and was terrified. Angie mustered the courage to protect her babies from whatever it was. “It’s a dog!” she sighed.

Angie never imagined her life would turn topsy-turvy overnight. She never thought her husband Jake, who she trusted and loved throughout their marriage, would kick her out with their babies just a week after their birth…

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pixabay

“How I wish my mom were with me today…Sorry, mama, I should’ve listened to you and not rushed with my marriage with Jake,” sobbed Angie, thinking about her late mom.

“You can stay in this house as long as you agree to keep just one baby or leave if you want to keep both. Decide wisely, dear.”

Angie met Jake after graduation five years ago. He was a young, handsome man, and she thought he was the one. They fell for each other in what would turn into a fairytale love story, but with one exception—there was no ‘happily ever after’ in Angie’s case.

Problems sparked in the fourth year of their marriage when she told Jake she was pregnant.

“But darling, you know I’ve just started my business. We have postponed baby planning all these years, and I am not ready to be a father yet,” Jake was upset when Angie showed him the two pink lines on her pregnancy test kit.

Jake’s reluctance to be a father showed he was unprepared for responsibilities. Poor Angie was torn between his disapproval of having children and her desire to have as many as possible. But was Jake prepared to know Angie was pregnant with twins?

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“I am okay with having a baby…you get it? I mean, one baby is enough,” said Jake as Angie walked into the ward for scanning. “I pray that you don’t come out and tell me we are having twins,” he joked, his mouth curved into an ironic smile. Moments later, fate joked back at him.

Angie came out, distressed and worried. She was pale while she was supposed to be blushing and smiling.

“What is it?” he asked her, impatient for her reply. “What did the doctor say?”

Angie swallowed her fear and spoke out, partly guessing Jake’s reaction. “Our babies are fine,” she said.

“Alright…wait, what…babies?” he exclaimed.

The scan Angie took minutes ago gave her a glimpse at two tiny lives growing inside her. She was pregnant with twins, and Jake was not happy about that.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Jake stormed to his car as Angie read his mind and pictured his frustrations. She was nervous and thought he had joked about having only one baby. But his reactions proved otherwise.

Jake grew distant from Angie day by day and focused only on making more money. She knew he was upset about having twins and assumed he would cool down with time. But it only worsened during her third trimester.

Angie was in the hospital, waiting for Jake to see their newborn twin baby girls. But he never showed up. He sent his maid and driver three days later to bring Angie and their babies home.

Jake did not want to get involved with his babies. He didn’t even welcome them home or hold them. He was unhappy and unprepared to be their father.

Angie returned home with her newborns that evening, knowing little about Jake’s condition. “We keep only one child and give the other up for adoption. If you are okay with it, we are a family. If not, you can leave the house with them,” he told Angie.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

At first, Angie thought Jake was kidding. He dragged her suitcase to the living room and placed it in front of her, indicating he was serious.

“I’m not ready to raise two children and burn a hole in my pocket. My business is fetching a lot of profits, and I need to focus on making more money…I don’t want to waste my time and wealth on raising two babies when I can easily raise just one,” he explained.

Angie was devastated. “They are our babies, Jake. How could you ask a mother to give up her baby? Are you out of your mind? Both my babies are our symbol of love,” she cried. But Jake was stubborn.

“My business has just started to flourish, and I don’t have the time to focus on family. I don’t want to waste my hard-earned money on two babies. You can stay in this house as long as you agree to keep just one baby or leave if you want to keep both. Decide wisely, dear,” he said, despite knowing Angie had nowhere to go.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Unsplash

The poor mother’s choice was obvious. She took her suitcase and left the house with the babies. Jake’s greed for his newfound riches blinded his devotion to family. He failed as a husband and a father. But it didn’t matter to him.

Angie snapped to her present and found herself still deserted at the bus stop, cradling her babies. “Where will I go? Please help me, Jesus,” she cried and was disrupted by an intense beam of light rays.

“Hello there, are you alright? It’s raining heavily. Would you like a ride, my dear?” an older woman called out to her from a taxi. Angie looked up and saw a nun. She wrapped her babies in her jacket and approached the car.

“Oh my, how adorable your babies are!” exclaimed the nun. “Get in. I’ll drop you. Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know, Sister,” said Angie. “My path is dark, and I am lost. I don’t know which way to go. My babies and I were abandoned by someone dear to us.”

The nun understood Angie’s misery and immediately took her to the convent.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Unsplash

Angie and her daughters, Sophie and Marley, found a safe shelter to wait out the rough days of their lives. Angie taught in the school administered by the church. She also worked part-time in a restaurant, and two years later, she saved a good chunk of money to start her café.

Gradually, Angie was able to give her daughters a better life, though it could’ve been much better had their father been involved. Moreover, Angie did not regret her decision not wanting to divorce Jake. Deep in her heart, she hoped he would realize his mistake and come for them someday.

Five years passed, and Angie now had her own house. It was quite small yet comfortable. She spent the best years watching Sophia and Marley grow up.

There were times when Angie used to struggle without enough profits in business, but her faith and determination motivated her. She launched two more coffee shops in town, and gradually, her fortune grew. But in the other part of town, Jake’s business tanked.

He was drowned in debt, and everybody he sought financial help from refused to support him at the last minute. Jake knew how rich Angie was now and thought only she could help him.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pixabay

“Hey, how are you?” Angie answered the door one day when she least expected to see Jake at the doorstep. “Come in!”

Jake vaguely smiled and immediately apologized to Angie. “Darling, I’m so sorry for abandoning you. My greed to earn more money cost me big. I am bankrupt, and it’s the best punishment I deserve for kicking you out with our babies. Please forgive me, and please help me.”

Angie now understood why Jake had come. She had learned about his loss in business but never thought he would visit her and apologize, let alone ask for help.

Jake saw a photo of Angie with their daughters and cried. “I’m sorry, sweethearts. Please forgive your daddy,” he said. Angie’s heart melted, and though she knew Jake had come crawling for help, she was willing to do it because she still loved him.

“But darling, I will not be able to repay such a huge amount of money. I will need time. I was such a cruel husband and a heartless father. Are you sure you want to help me?” he sobbed when Angie gave him a check worth the money he wanted.

“The night you kicked me out, I learned what greed is and how it can ruin relationships. And today, I learned what forgiveness is. What are we going to achieve by holding onto our past grudges? Nothing! Everyone makes mistakes, but as humans, we must learn to forgive one another,” said Angie.

Jake realized his mistake and promised to take Angie and their kids back once he sorted his business issues. He wanted to be a good father to his children and compensate for the heartbreak Angie endured all these years.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Unsplash

What can we learn from this story?

  • Do not walk past the needy. When the nun saw Angie and her newborn babies stranded at the bus stop on a rainy night, she offered them a ride. She took them to the convent and offered shelter after learning of the mother’s misery.
  • One of the best attributes of humans is our ability to forgive. Despite being wronged by Jake, Angie forgave him and helped him financially when he came to her and apologized.

A woman in labor with her second child gets a call and learns her older son she neglected throughout his life has died an hour before. Click here to read the full story.

This piece is inspired by stories from the everyday lives of our readers and written by a professional writer. Any resemblance to actual names or locations is purely coincidental. All images are for illustration purposes only. Share your story with us; maybe it will change someone’s life. If you would like to share your story, please send it to [email protected].

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