On a routine Thursday, a motion alert on my doorbell camera led me into a shocking discovery. I watched as a delivery man dropped off a package and said, “Enjoy your surprise, Mrs. Thompson. Can’t wait to see what’s inside.” Puzzled, I asked my husband, Mark, if he was expecting anything. “No, what delivery?” he responded.
Curious, I checked the footage and felt uneasy about the delivery man’s demeanor. I opened the package to find a beautiful silk scarf and a note saying, “For our special memories. More to come.” Confused, I told Mark, “The scarf is stunning, but I have no idea who it’s from.” He was equally puzzled. “That’s strange. I didn’t order anything. Are you sure it’s not from one of your friends?”
Determined to uncover the truth, I checked our financial records and found charges for a boutique hotel. Pretending to be a guest, I got access to the room and heard voices from the adjoining room—my father, Nick, and a woman. Confronting them, Nick confessed to a long-term affair. The mysterious package was sent by their son, exposing their secret.
The revelation led to my parents’ divorce and ended my marriage with Mark, who was complicit in the affair. Seeking a fresh start, my mother and I moved to a small coastal town, finding solace and healing in our new beginning.
