โAre You Having an Affair With My Husband?โ My Madam Confronted Me After Finding Lipstick on His Shirt โ I Denied Itโฆ The Truth Was Far Worse
One morning, Mrs. Whitmanโs eyes locked on mine.
โClaire, are you having an affair with my husband?โ
Her voice was calm, but sharp.
My breath caught. โNo, Madam, never. Why would you think that?โ
She bit her lip. โThere was a red lipstick stain on his shirt. I donโt wear red. Youโre the only other woman here who might.โ
โMadam, I donโt wear lipstick. The one you gave me is still in its box.โ
She studied me, then whispered, โMaybe Iโm wrong. But secrets donโt stay hidden forever.โ
That day, the world shifted.
When I first arrived, I thought Iโd found a true home. Their house in Brookfield was bright, welcoming. Mrs. Whitman was kind, Mr. Whitman polite, and their daughter Emily loved to sit with me in the kitchen, laughing as I folded laundry. They seemed perfect.
But then came the late-night calls, the secret smiles, the stains of lipstick that werenโt his wifeโs. I stayed silent, afraid to lose my jobโafraid for my daughterโs future.
Mrs. Whitmanโs question nearly broke me. Her trust was fading, while he carried on as if nothing was wrong.
Then came the night she invited me and Emily to dinner. We laughed in the supermarket as Emily begged for chocolate. For a moment, it felt normal again.
But when we walked into the restaurant, everything froze.
There, in a corner booth, sat Mr. Whitmanโhis hand intertwined with that of a woman in a red dress.. Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI