MY HUSBAND BROUGHT HOME HIS 19-YEAR-OLD COWORKER.
Yes, we’ve always been the “kind couple” who helps everyone… but when your 40-year-old husband walks in and says, “Babe, she got kicked out of her house. Can she stay with us for a few days?” Yeah, that’s weird.
I said yes… and instantly regretted it. They were way too close. Constant laughing. Whispering. She’d sit way too close on the couch, and he never seemed to mind. I started feeling jealous — and suspicious.
But the breaking point? One morning, I came downstairs and saw them making pancakes together — giggling, shoulders brushing, him gently nudging her like it was the most natural thing in the world. My blood boiled.
Still, I kept telling myself, Don’t jump to conclusions. Don’t be THAT wife.
Until the turning point.
One day, I came home early. The house was quiet… too quiet. I dropped my keys softly, walking toward the sound of running water. My heart was pounding, palms sweaty. Strange noises were coming from the bathroom.
I crept closer. My stomach twisted as I reached for the handle, terrified of what I was about to see.
The door creaked open — and my eyes went wide.
There they were. My husband… and his coworker.
But not the way I imagined.
She was on the floor, fully clothed, shaking. He was kneeling beside her, holding her hand under the cold water. Her wrist was bleeding. A razor lay on the counter.
He turned to me, eyes frantic. “Thank God you’re here — call 911!”
In that moment, my world shifted. All the jealousy, all the suspicion… it shattered. Because what I thought was an affair was actually something far darker — and heartbreaking.
The girl later admitted she hadn’t just been “kicked out.” She’d been abandoned. No one wanted her. She’d been crashing at work until my husband insisted she stay with us. He wasn’t hiding an affair — he was desperately trying to keep her alive.
I felt like the worst person in the world. But I also felt grateful. Grateful that my husband’s kindness — the very thing I almost mistook for betrayal — saved a life.
That night, as the girl lay in a hospital bed, she whispered, “I thought no one cared. But… you do.”
And my husband squeezed her hand and said, “Always.”