Newlywed bliss shatters when Sarah’s husband, Jake, accuses her of cheating after “smelling cologne” in their bedroom. Alone and humiliated, Sarah pieces together the truth — and it’s far from what Jake expected.
It had only been two weeks since Jake and I said our vows. Two weeks of riding that post-wedding glow like it was some invincible wave. It felt like we were untouchable. No one told me how quickly that feeling could collapse.
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Jake’s mom had the accident on a Sunday morning. I was folding laundry when he got the call. One second, he was tapping his phone on the counter, scrolling through some meme page, and the next, his face drained of color.
“Mom’s hurt,” he said, already pulling on his hoodie. “Dad accidentally hit her with the car.” His voice cracked on that last part. “Her hip… it’s bad. She needs an urgent replacement.”
I grabbed the keys for him. “I’ll drive.”
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“No, no. I’ll be faster.” His eyes met mine, wild and unfocused. “I’ll call you when I know more.”
He kissed me on the side of my head, and then he was gone. Just like that. I stood in the kitchen, the faint smell of detergent in the air, trying to process what he’d just said. His dad hit his mom with the car?
Hours later, he called to say he’d be staying at his parents’ house to help care for her post-surgery. I told him it was fine. It was. What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t understand that?
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Three days later, on Wednesday morning, I was halfway out the door for work when I heard the front lock turn behind me. My heart jumped. Jake?
He stepped in wearing the same hoodie and worn jeans. He grinned when he saw me, but as I hurried forward to greet him, he stopped in his tracks. His nose crinkled and his eyes darted across the apartment like he was searching for something.
“Hey, babe! I didn’t know you were coming back today,” I said.
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He didn’t smile. He didn’t even look at me, just kept scanning the place. Then his eyes locked on me, hard as stone.
“Who’s been here?” he asked, his voice sharp as a blade.
“What?” I blinked, stunned. “No one’s been here, Jake. It’s just me.”
He tilted his head toward the bedroom. “Then why does it smell like cologne in there?”
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I laughed, but it came out too light, too nervous. “Cologne? What are you talking about?”
“You tell me,” he shot back, stepping past me toward the bedroom. “Smells like a man’s been in here.”
I stared after him, frowning. “Maybe it’s something from outside,” I offered. “Maybe it’s… I don’t know. The windows were open all day yesterday.”
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My phone buzzed then. It was a text from a colleague letting me know the boss was looking for me.
“I’ve got to rush,” I called out. “I’m already running late and now Mrs. Thompson is asking for me! See you later, babe!”
I hurried out the door. Work was crazy that day, and I couldn’t wait to get home to Jake. I’d missed him so much while he was away. But when I got home that night, I knew something was wrong.
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My key didn’t fit. I yanked it out, checked it, and tried again, but it was useless. I peered at the doorknob like a fool, and that’s when it hit me: Jake had changed the locks.
I banged on the door and called for Jake, but he didn’t reply. So I called his phone. It rang once before going straight to voicemail. I called again. Same thing. Texts went unanswered, too.
I sat on the stairs of our apartment complex, head in my hands, feeling too stunned to cry. I thought about calling the landlord, but what would I even say?
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I had nowhere else to go, so I went to my mom’s place. She was shocked to see me, and just as confused as I was when I tried to explain why I was there.
“Why don’t you try calling Jake’s brother?” she suggested, placing a cup of tea in front of me. “Those two are so close… if anyone can help you figure out what’s going on, it’s Nick.”
“You’re right,” I muttered, wiping my eyes.
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I stepped into the living room with my tea and called Nick. He picked up on the third ring.
“Hey,” I said, breathless. “Have you talked to Jake?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice colder than I’d ever heard it. “He doesn’t want to talk to you.”
I stood up, gripping the phone tighter. “What? What are you talking about?”
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“Look, Sarah,” he sighed like he was tired of me already. “He knows what you did. You should just own it.”
I pressed my hand to my mouth. “Are you serious right now?” I whispered. “What are you even talking about, Nick?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
He hung up.
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I immediately texted Jake again, demanding to know why he was mad at me. This time, he replied.
“You cheated on me while I was looking after Mom. Our apartment stinks of your lover’s cologne! How dare you bring another man into our bed?”
I couldn’t believe what I was reading, but it didn’t stop there.
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Another text arrived from Jake.
“Our marriage is over! I’ve told my whole family what you’ve done…”
Tears flooded my eyes as I read all the cruel names he called me after that. Jake and I had been together for five years… how could he think I’d be unfaithful to him only two weeks into our marriage?
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More texts arrived in quick succession, but these were from Jake’s mom.
“Return the ring. It’s not yours anymore. It was $19,000, and we’re not letting you walk away with it.”
My breath caught in my throat. I sat up straighter, staring at my screen in shock.
“Jake is meeting with a lawyer tomorrow. An annulment can be done quickly since it’s only been 2 weeks.”
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An annulment? Before I could finish processing that, the next text arrived.
“We’ll be sending your things soon. Tell us if you’d rather have them dropped off or shipped.”
My fingers curled into the blanket on my lap, gripping it like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. I kept reading the messages until I finally turned off my phone.
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I sat there, staring at the little gold band on my finger, wondering how we got here. Two weeks ago, we were untouchable.
I didn’t sleep that night. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning. By 2 a.m., I was replaying every little detail, looking for a clue.
And then it hit me: the wipes.
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The smell in our apartment wasn’t cologne. It was the lemon-cedarwood wipes I’d taped behind the fan in our bedroom. I’d done it on purpose after cooking fish for dinner — Jake hated the smell of fish.
My heart started pounding so hard it felt like it might break my ribs. I grabbed my phone and texted him.
“Check behind the fan. Look in the bathroom trash for the packaging. It’s the wipes, Jake. It’s not cologne. It’s not a man. It’s the wipes.”
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Then I waited.
The next morning, I was sitting with my mom at the kitchen table, trying to act like I hadn’t just experienced the emotional collapse of my life. My coffee was cold, and I didn’t care. My phone buzzed.
Jake.
I looked up at my mom, and she nodded. “Go on, baby.”
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I walked to the door. Through the window, I saw him standing there. Shoulders slouched. His eyes were red. His hands shook as he wiped at his face.
He knocked once. Just once.
I opened the door but didn’t say anything. I just watched him.
“Sarah,” he choked out, his face crumpling. “I’m so sorry.”
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I folded my arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you?”
“It was a mistake,” he said, voice cracking. “I-I let my head get… I wasn’t thinking. I just—” He looked up at me, eyes wild. “Please come home.”
My breath hitched, and before I knew it, I was stepping forward, arms wrapping around him. His warmth crashed into me, his breath shaky against my hair. Relief poured out of him in a broken sob, and for a moment, I let myself believe it was going to be okay.
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I went home with Jake that evening, but I couldn’t get over what had happened. I couldn’t stop thinking about the lock change, the cruel texts, and Jake’s mom demanding my ring back like I was a thief.
The names Jake had called me circled my thoughts. One little misunderstanding was all it had taken for him and all his family to turn on me. We’d known each other for five years… we were supposed to be family.
The next night, I packed my things.
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I carried my suitcase out into the living room, where Jake was watching TV.
“I’ve been thinking…” I started, leaning over to switch off the TV as I spoke, “about how quick you were to believe I was cheating on you, how you refused to talk things through with me, how easy it was for you to throw me out like trash.”
“Baby, I said I’m sorry.” He stared at me like he couldn’t believe this still bothered me.
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“I know, but saying sorry doesn’t mean we aren’t broken, Jake.”
“I’ll make it right, I swear! I love you.”
I shook my head, slow and steady. “Love doesn’t change the locks on me. Love doesn’t end with a text.”
His face twisted with regret. “Please.”
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“I’m going back to my mom’s,” I said, grabbing my suitcase and heading for the door. “I need space.”
“Sarah, please!”
But I shut the door.
For the next week, he sent me long, heartbroken texts. Pages of apologies. I read them all. I didn’t reply.
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I lay awake at night, thinking about it. If someone else told me this story, I’d laugh at how stupid it sounded. He thought it was cologne. It was lemon wipes. But I didn’t laugh. It wasn’t funny.
Two weeks into marriage, and I’d already learned this much: People who love you don’t turn on you that fast.
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My head dropped when my daughter revealed what she saw! Read full story
Both Dani and Nathan felt they were meant to be together when they first met in high school. They got married after a few years and anticipated a great life together. But after just two years of marriage, Nathan made a change.
Dani didn’t know if the two having a newborn girl into their lives had anything to do with that shift. Ultimately, Nathan was an excellent father, thus it was most likely not the cause behind his harsh criticism of Dani.
He began to feel self-conscious about her appearance and advised her to take better care of her beauty. “Dani, you’ve just let yourself go.” he remarked. “Always dressed in such dowdy attire. Do you believe that’s how you’ll maintain the spark?
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Despite working from home and spending a lot of time with tiny Ellie, he also accused her of being a bad mother.
“It’s the computer screen that you’re always behind. Even so, are you paying Ellie enough attention? It doesn’t appear to be. Every night when I get home from work, she is by herself.Dani tried everything to please Nathan, but she finally gave up because he was never delighted with whatever she produced.
Dani saw her marriage disintegrating and made the decision to let it go because she lacked the strength to battle something that was confined to her husband’s imagination.
One day, Nathan informed Dani that they had to relocate since he had a job opportunity. Dani was okay with the decision to move to a different city because Ellie was in the first grade and she worked from home. She secretly hoped that the adjustment would have a favorable effect on their marriage.
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After Ellie transferred to a new school, Dani saw that her daughter was beginning to behave badly when she got home. She even discovered her sobbing in her room one day.
“Honey, what took place?” Concerned, Dani enquired.
“Miss Allen is not the mother I desire! You should become my mommy. Ellie started crying.
Dani felt a cold rush through. Ellie’s instructor was Miss Allen.
She questioned, “Why would she become your mother?”
As Ellie began telling her mother everything she had learned over the past few days, tears streamed down her face. She felt as though the burden bearing down on her shoulders was gradually lifting.
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When Dad picked me up from school yesterday, Miss Allen asked me to wait outside the door while she had a conversation with Dad. Though I didn’t hear everything, I did hear her promise to be a better mother to me. Dad chuckled at her comment.
Nathan was involved in a romantic relationship.
Dani poured Nathan a drink that night after confirming Ellie was asleep.
“Okay,” she started. “With Ellie, Miss Allen seems to be really good.”
He questioned, his eyes brightening. “Really?” “Ellie liked her, I knew that.”
“Enough for her new mother to be Miss Allen?” Dani enquired. “What’s going on, and please don’t tell me a lie.”
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Embarrassed to look up, Nathan turned to face the ground. However, he acknowledged visiting his daughter’s instructor. Not long after they first met, they began their affair. That wasn’t all, though. He had an affair with a different woman back where they used to reside, and she began to demand more of him than just being his mistress. For this reason, he chose to move and change occupations.
Dani realized then that her marriage was over.
She moved Ellie to a different school in the days that followed because she needed to be loved and safeguarded and not get entangled in her father’s adulterous activities.
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Dani went to a new home and filed for divorce. Nathan is allowed to see his daughter anytime he wants.
Do you believe Dani made the proper decision?
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