Part 2My Husband Cheated, And After His Car Accident, I Signed The DNR Right In Front Of Him

James didn’t come home until the next night. As soon as I saw him, I knew he’d changed clothes.

The suit he was wearing looked a lot like the one he had on the day before, same brand and everything.

But it definitely wasn’t the same one.

I took his briefcase, pretending to be casual. “Honey, where’s that suit Ryan gave you last time? Haven’t seen you wear it lately.”

I was talking about the suit he had left the house wearing the previous day.

He bent down to take off his shoes, freezing when he heard my question.

His movements became a bit clumsy.

My heart sank. A woman’s intuition is almost always spot on.

You don’t need hard evidence to tell when your partner’s been unfaithful.

James quickly covered, “A client spilled some wine on it. Insisted on taking it to the cleaners for me.”

He seemed satisfied with the explanation, standing up to show off the new suit.

“They even bought me a new one.”

I nodded but didn’t say anything.

Later that night, after he fell asleep, I checked his phone.

Nothing suspicious.

Then I opened his Uber app, and all the ride history had been wiped clean.

Since we used the family car to take Sophia to school, James always used Uber to get to the office.

Maybe he didn’t know about another feature of the app.

I clicked on the “Request Invoice” button, and all the ride records popped up.

His three most frequent destinations:

The office

A place called Sunset Apartments

A factory out in the suburbs

I knew Sunset Apartments—expensive, even for a rental.

The factory? That was near one of the company’s other properties.