The True Face of My Husband

I went straight to the reception desk with my ID and gave them Edward's ID number.

"My husband booked a room earlier, but I can't reach him. Can you check which room he's in?"

The receptionist quickly provided the room number. "1314."

Quite funny.

As luck would have it, I ran into a food delivery guy in the elevator.

"200 dollars. Help me knock on this door."

He was a good sport, agreed to the deal, and even offered to hold down the jerk for me.

Edward opened the door, completely confused, and called back into the room, "Did you order food?"

Then he noticed me standing at the door.

I walked in with my phone recording the whole scene.

There was no one in the room. The bed was covered in a pile of women's clothes, including matching pink lingerie.

Classy. The bathroom was practically all glass, with just some frosted glass for privacy.

A woman's silhouette was visible inside. "I didn't order food. Must be a mistake."

I kicked the bathroom door open, and a scream erupted.

She took a moment to react, then grabbed the showerhead to try and spray me. I had already recorded everything I needed, so I turned and walked out.

The delivery guy asked if I still needed help. I tipped him an extra 500 dollars and signaled that I could handle it from here.

By then, Edward finally found the time to come face me.

His expression was a mess. The shame, guilt, and maybe even a hint of blame?

"Freya, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be on bed rest at the hospital?"

I almost laughed in disbelief. "Yeah, I'm on bed rest, and you're here for a romantic rendezvous with your ex?"

"It's not what you think."

"I only trust what I see. If it wasn't planned, are you saying you just happened to run into each other while you were out doing business?"

As we spoke, the woman came out, now wearing a bathrobe, and stood beside Edward. "There's nothing between us, Freya. Don't think so dirty."

I glanced at the pile of clothes on the bed. This woman had some nerve.

"What, are you seriously going to tell me you booked this room just to chat? You might as well ask a dog if it believes that."

Edward's face darkened. "Freya, don't talk like that."

The woman's eyes welled up with tears, putting on a pitiful act. "I'm Edward's ex. We were together for seven years and were forced apart. I came to see him before marriage just to create one last beautiful memory. Why do you have to ruin my final hope?"

"Last hope? Are you dying of a terminal illness? Who do you think you are that I should indulge you? I'd love to swap husbands every day. Who's going to make that happen for me?"

The woman opened her mouth to speak again, but I had no interest in hearing more.

I looked directly at Edward. "If you have anything to say, get rid of this disgusting thing first. It's sickening to look at."

Edward pressed his lips together and gently coaxed her to leave.

"Freya, let me explain."

I waved him off. "I don't want to hear it. Let's just get a divorce. I'm heading back, you can come by to sign the papers later."

With that, I walked out the door.