The Secret Hotel Room
James had always been a charming husband, the kind that never forgot anniversaries and always knew how to make his wife, Lisa, laugh. But lately, something had changed.
Lisa noticed small things at first—late nights at work, a sudden interest in cologne he never wore before, and the way he kept his phone glued to his hand, tilting the screen away whenever she was nearby.
One night, while James was in the shower, Lisa’s curiosity got the best of her. She reached for his phone, but it was locked. However, a notification flashed across the screen: “Your hotel reservation is confirmed. See you tonight ❤️”
Lisa felt her heart drop. Hotel? Reservation? See you tonight?
Her hands trembled as she copied the hotel name and address into her own phone. Instead of confronting him right away, she decided to see for herself.
That evening, Lisa told James she was visiting a friend and waited outside the hotel in her car. At exactly 8 PM, James walked in—smiling, confident, completely unaware.
Lisa’s heart pounded as she followed. She watched from behind a column as he entered a suite on the third floor. The door shut.
She took a deep breath and made a call. Not to James—but to someone else.
Minutes later, Lisa, accompanied by a hotel manager and security, knocked on the door. A woman’s voice inside giggled. James opened the door, and his face turned white.
“Sir,” the hotel manager said. “Your wife is here.”
The woman on the bed screamed, grabbing the sheets to cover herself. Lisa stood at the doorway, arms crossed, staring at the man she thought she knew. His excuses started, but Lisa wasn’t there to listen.
She pulled a folder from her bag and threw it on the bed. Divorce papers.
“You can keep your reservation,” Lisa said, turning on her heels. “I just canceled ours.”
And with that, she walked away, never looking back.