I Found Out My Husband Rents a House on the Outskirts – My Heart Nearly Stopped When I Visited

My marriage felt like a dream until I discovered my husband was renting a secret house on the outskirts. What I found when I visited unveiled a heart-stopping truth, exposing the dark reality of the man I thought I knew.

For years, I thought my husband Stan and I were living a fairy tale. He was my soulmate, not just a partner I shared the same roof or bed with, and I happily put his wishes first, even delaying having children. Then, one day, a forgotten phone revealed the painful truth: my husband wasn’t who I thought he was.

A young romantic couple under a transparent umbrella on a rainy day | Source: Unsplash

A young romantic couple under a transparent umbrella on a rainy day | Source: Unsplash

Stan and I met during a press conference in Tokyo seven years ago. We’ve been together ever since, married for five of those golden years. He seemed perfect in every sense of the word.

“Mindy, you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had,” Stan once said, collapsing onto our plush sofa after a long day at work. “But seeing your face makes it all better.”

I smiled, settling next to him. “Tell me about it. I want to hear everything.”

Those were the days when we couldn’t get enough of each other.

A couple sitting beside each other in a room | Source: Unsplash

A couple sitting beside each other in a room | Source: Unsplash

Stan loved me and showered me with precious gifts, but after some time, I got bored of his expensive gifts. I wanted him, his time, and not those materialistic sparkly diamonds or opulent pearls.

“Another necklace?” I once asked, trying to mask my disappointment as I opened the velvet box.

Stan beamed, oblivious to my tone. “Only the best for you, darling.”

I forced a smile, wishing he’d understand that his presence was worth more than any jewelry.

A man putting a pearl necklace around a woman's neck | Source: Pexels

A man putting a pearl necklace around a woman’s neck | Source: Pexels

Stan worked in an office in an amazing position and made good money. But the thing is, he started spending more time at work while I stayed at home, dusting, cooking, and cleaning.

Stan barely had time for me, and I missed those days when we used to Netflix binge, bake together, or even grab some good sleep. Stan started coming home late, and I’d be mostly asleep.

His focus shifted entirely to work, and as his career climbed new heights, our connection dwindled.

A man working on a laptop in his office | Source: Pexels

A man working on a laptop in his office | Source: Pexels

So while I was already dealing with the heartbreak of Stan not spending time with me, on a fateful morning, right after my husband left for work, I noticed he’d forgotten his phone on the table in a hurry.

I thought he would come back for it, but he didn’t.

I went about my day, doing laundry and refilling the vases with fresh garden flowers when his phone buzzed suddenly. Curiosity overcame me, and I impulsively grabbed it to check the message.

A smartphone on a table | Source: Pexels

A smartphone on a table | Source: Pexels

Stan had locked his phone, but he didn’t know I had once seen his pattern lock and knew it by heart, though I never snooped into his phone or privacy before.

But something compelled me to check the message after seeing it written in all caps with the words “final reminder.”

So I unlocked Stan’s phone and saw the message: “STAN! THIS IS YOUR FINAL REMINDER TO PAY THE RENT FOR THE HOUSE, OR I’LL HAVE TO RENT IT TO SOMEONE ELSE! TOMORROW IS THE DEADLINE!”

Close-up of a woman with a smartphone | Source: Pexels

Close-up of a woman with a smartphone | Source: Pexels

My hands shook as I read it again. Stan was renting a house? Without telling me? I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.

Just then, he called my phone. “Hey, honey. I left my phone at home. I’ll be home late tonight… important client meeting.”

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “Fine!”

As I hung up, I couldn’t help but wonder what Stan was hiding from me.

A man talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

A man talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

The rest of the day was a blur as I obsessively checked the clock. At precisely five o’clock, I hailed a cab, directing the driver to Stan’s office, which I knew closed around half-past five or six.

I didn’t take my car because mine was a yellow Mini Cooper, and I didn’t want to risk Stan finding out I was following him.

“I need to be there a bit early,” I told myself, my heart pounding. “I have to find out what he’s up to.”

A cab on the street | Source: Unsplash

A cab on the street | Source: Unsplash

At 6 p.m. sharp, I saw Stan leaving his office and get in his car, driving to the outskirts of the city. Weird.

“Follow that car,” I instructed the driver, feeling like I was in some kind of spy movie.

After what felt like an eternity on wheels, Stan parked outside a small, rundown house and went inside the building.

A house nestled among flower bushes and trees | Source: Unsplash

A house nestled among flower bushes and trees | Source: Unsplash

I asked the cabbie to wait, and gathering my courage, I went after Stan ten minutes later. My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob.

“Here goes nothing,” I whispered to myself.

I slowly opened the door and nearly lost my breath when I saw Stan sitting on a chair near an easel of painting. What was going on?

I barged inside, and Stan’s face turned pale as though he’d seen a ghost.

“M-Mindy?” he stammered. “What are you doing here?”

Rear view of a man painting on a canvas | Source: Pexels

Rear view of a man painting on a canvas | Source: Pexels

I ignored his question, my eyes darting around the room filled with canvases and paint tubes. “What on earth are you doing here, Stan? Why did you rent this house?”

Stan didn’t understand how I’d found out until I told him about seeing the message on his phone. He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping.

“This house is my escape from the daily grind. It’s where I come to refresh and refocus.”

I felt a surge of relief and confusion. “But why didn’t you tell me?”

Grayscale portrait of a shocked woman | Source: Pexels

Grayscale portrait of a shocked woman | Source: Pexels

Shame flushing his face, he averted his gaze. “I was embarrassed about my hobby, given my high-profile job. I feared your teasing.”

I moved closer, my anger softening. “Stan, I’d never laugh at something that makes you happy. But why all the secrecy?”

Although I wanted to believe him, my instincts told me he was still hiding something from me. And I was right.

Just two minutes later, someone knocked on the door.

A man sitting on the couch and covering his face | Source: Unsplash

A man sitting on the couch and covering his face | Source: Unsplash

Stan jumped up, panic flashing across his face. “Mindy, maybe you should go home now. I can explain everything later.”

But I was already moving towards the door. “No, I think I’ll get my answers now.”

“Mindy, wait—”

Stan tried stopping me, but I approached the door and opened it, only to stand back in shock.

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Grayscale of a startled woman covering her mouth | Source: Pexels

A young, beautiful brunette stood in the doorway, chewing bubblegum and eyeing me curiously.

“Who are you?” I asked.

She blew a bubble before answering, “I’m Luke’s girlfriend. He paints portraits of me. And who are you? What are you doing here?”

My world spun. “Luke? Girlfriend?” I sputtered. Then, finding my voice, I declared, “I’m his WIFE! And his name’s STAN! Not Luke!”

A young woman blowing gum bubble | Source: Pexels

A young woman blowing gum bubble | Source: Pexels

The girl’s eyes widened in shock. Before I could process what was happening, Stan rushed past me, pushing the girl away and slamming the door shut.

He turned to me, his face ashen. “Mindy, I can explain—”

I yanked away as he tried to cup my face. “What’s going on, Stan? Who is she?”

My eyes darted around the room, noticing for the first time that all the easels were draped with beige cloth. With trembling hands, I pulled the cloth off the nearest one.

A room full of painting easels covered in beige cloth | Source: Midjourney

A room full of painting easels covered in beige cloth | Source: Midjourney

My breath caught in my throat. It was a painting of a half-naked woman, the same woman who had just been at the door.

Tears began streaming down my face as I moved from easel to easel, uncovering more paintings.

“Mindy, please,” Stan begged. “It’s not what you think—”

But I was beyond listening. I dropped to my knees, pulling out more canvases from under the bed. They were all the same—portraits of scantily clad women in suggestive poses. And then I found the photos.

A teary-eyed woman covering her mouth | Source: Pexels

A teary-eyed woman covering her mouth | Source: Pexels

“Oh God,” I choked out, staring at images of Stan… my Stan… in compromising positions with these women.

The truth hit me like a freight train. Stan was cheating on me.

“It was a mistake,” he kept saying, his words tumbling over each other. “Some kind of obsession I can’t overcome. Mindy, please—”

But I was already moving towards the door, my vision blurred by tears.

Grayscale of a man covering his face | Source: Pexels

Grayscale of a man covering his face | Source: Pexels

“Mindy, wait!” Stan called after me. “Let me explain!”

I ignored his pleas, stumbling out into the night air. My whole body shook as I got into the cab, Stan’s cries still echoing in my ears.

Overwhelmed, I raced home and frantically packed before seeking refuge at my aunt’s place. The next morning, I called my lawyer and initiated divorce proceedings.

Divorce papers on a table | Source: Pexels

Divorce papers on a table | Source: Pexels

Two weeks have passed since that day. As I wait for the divorce proceedings to begin, I can’t stop shaking.

How could I have shared my life with someone like Stan? How could I have been so blind?

I reported him to the police, shattering his carefully curated public image. It felt like the only way to reclaim some power in this nightmare.

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Two cops walking on the street | Source: Pexels

As I sit in my new apartment, staring at the walls, I can’t help but think about how quickly my “perfect” marriage crumbled. It was as fragile as glass, shattering into a million pieces at my feet.

I don’t know how long it will take to heal from these scars. The betrayal runs deep, inflicted by the very man I worshipped, trusted, and loved.

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3-year-old boy dies in car crash on way to his own birthday party – rest in peace

A heartbreaking tragedy took place when a 3-year-old boy named Josiah Toleafoa was killed on the day he was supposed to celebrate his third birthday.

The sweet boy and his family were at the parking lot of Play City, an indoor venue for kids’ parties, when a car hit Josiah.

Witnesses of the tragedy said that his devastated mother screamed and cried hysterically as paramedics were trying to save his life. Unfortunately, Josiah didn’t make it. He died at the Rady Children’s Hospital.

This family’s lives turned upside down. What was supposed to be a day of joy turned into the worst experience of their lives. Their happiness was replaced with grief and sorrow and their world shattered into a million pieces.

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Reportedly, the 36-year-old driver who killed Josiah and whose identity hasn’t been confirmed wasn’t under influence of drugs or alcohol. He stayed at the scene and cooperated with the authorities and reasons behind the loss of control haven’t been confirmed.

Members of the family started a GoFundMe to help Josiah’s mom and dad with the funeral expenses.

“JOSIAH brought the family together- his incredible SMILE, LOVING HEART simply brought JOY to any room. There was no time to see him do amazing things. I KNOW HE WOULD HAVE MADE A DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD,” the boy’s aunt, Tatiana Toleafoa wrote.

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“We’re doing this gofundme to help with my sweet nephew’s funeral expenses and services for the little angel that touched so many lives in so many different ways before he was called to Heaven. Any amount would help, anything at all. We are so thankful to have loving family and friends to be with us and love us through this horrible tragedy and want to be able to put him to rest to say goodbye and never forget the little boy who loved with a tremendous heart,” the page stated.

The owner of Play City donated $2,000 to the Josiah’s family and that the landlord matched his donation as well.

Currently, no arrests have been made.

We are so very sorry for this family’s heartbreak. There is no greater loss than that of losing a child.

Rest in peace, Josiah.

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