Wife Notices Husband Always Leaves the House When His Phone Rings, One Day Decides to Follow Him

Ruth suspects her husband, Wyatt, of infidelity after he starts taking calls and leaving home at odd hours. She hires a cheap detective. Later, Ruth discovers the woman's true identity, but by then, she already made a huge mistake she can't make up for.

The results were ready, and Dr. Matthew held them in his hands, feeling the weight of the news he was about to deliver.

He looked at Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, his eyes reflecting professional concern and empathy. "I think it might be better to discuss this with Mrs. Johnson alone," he cautiously began, trying to spare them any additional distress.

Wyatt, however, was quick to respond. "There are no secrets between us, Doctor," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the tension in the room, a declaration of unity and strength between him and his wife, Ruth.

His eyes, steady and unwavering, met Dr. Matthew's.

Sitting beside Wyatt, Ruth's demeanor contrasted sharply with his resolve. Her face, etched with worry lines, revealed the storm of emotions within her. She seemed less confident, less ready to face the unknown.

Her eyes darted between Wyatt and Dr. Matthew, displaying the anxiety and fear she felt but couldn't voice.

Wyatt, ever attentive to Ruth's needs, noticed her growing discomfort. He reached for her hand.

"We're in this together, Ruth," he reassured her, squeezing her hand gently yet firmly. His words were not just a statement but a vow — a promise that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would confront it united.

"Whatever it is, we'll face it as a team," he added, his voice a bastion of strength for both of them.

Acknowledging their bond, Dr. Matthew hesitated momentarily, gathering his thoughts. He took a deep breath, understanding the impact his following words would have. "After conducting multiple tests, we've found that you, Wyatt, are perfectly healthy," he began, his voice steady and calm.

"The issue lies with Ruth's past abortions. They are the reason you've been unable to conceive," Dr. Matthew continued, his tone gentle yet unyielding in its honesty. He was careful to balance his professional duty with the sensitivity the news required.

Wyatt's reaction was immediate and visceral. His face, a mask of composure moments before, was now a canvas of shock and disbelief.

The news hit him like a physical blow, his features contorting as he processed the unexpected revelation. Feeling the shift in Wyatt's demeanor, Ruth tightened her grip on his hand, a silent plea for them to stay connected in this moment of upheaval.

Dr. Matthew, observing their reaction, proceeded with care.

"The scarring in the womb is significant," he explained, his voice laced with empathy. "Natural conception may be difficult, but there are other options we can explore," he offered, trying to provide a ray of hope in a seemingly hopeless situation.

The doctor's words, meant to offer solace, seemed to float around them. Nothing seemed to shake off the disbelief and pain on Wyatt's face. Unaware of the depth of the emotional chasm widening between them, Dr. Matthew continued for another half hour, outlining the potential paths forward.

When they left the clinic, the warm, united front that had characterized their arrival was nowhere to be seen. The car ride home was engulfed in a deafening silence.

It wasn't until they were safely inside their home, the world outside shut away by the closing of the door, that Ruth finally found the strength to break the silence.

Ruth's voice trembled with emotion as she followed Wyatt, who was giving her the silent treatment. "I know I should have told you, but I just didn't know how to talk about it," she said, her words filled with regret. She walked behind him, trying to bridge the gap his silence had created.

"If I told you about it, I would have to discuss the situation surrounding it, and that's still not something I'm willing to share," she continued, her voice a mix of fear and reluctance. Ruth's confession hung in the air, an unspoken acknowledgment of the complex emotions and memories she was grappling with.

Wyatt responded differently than he usually would. He slowly walked upstairs, moving towards their bedroom, his every step heavy with unspoken hurt and anger.

"Wyatt!" Ruth's patience snapped, and she raised her voice, unable to bear his silent treatment any longer. "For how long are you going to ignore me? We live together in the same house!" Her words echoed in the hallway, pleading for him to face the issue rather than avoid it.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Wyatt's face. He took one more step, then paused and turned around, his eyes finally meeting Ruth's. The worry etched on her face was palpable, her eyes wide with apprehension.

"We've been trying to have a baby for how many years now? Nine, Ten?" Wyatt finally spoke, his voice calm but loaded with a depth of emotion that made Ruth's anxiety spike. His calmness was more unnerving to her than if he had shouted.

"I asked you, Ruth, many times if you knew why we couldn't have a child, and you lied to me every time," he continued. His tone was controlled, yet there was an undercurrent of silent fury in his gaze, a storm brewing behind his calm exterior.

"I-I didn't lie to you, I just didn't tell—"Ruth stammered, her voice faltering as she tried to explain, only to be interrupted by Wyatt's overpowering presence.

"You lied to me, Ruth! For years, you acted desperate and sad, yet you kept stopping us from going to do tests," Wyatt accused, his words sharp and cutting.

"Deep down, you knew that you were the problem!" he exclaimed, raising his voice for the first time. The frustration and hurt he had bottled up for years finally burst forth, filling the space between them with a tangible tension.

Ruth was enveloped in a cloud of guilt, and as she faced Wyatt, there was an undeniable acceptance in her eyes that she was at fault. Despite this, Wyatt's words, laden with blame, pushed her to her breaking point.

"I'm the problem? Me? You didn't even want kids in the first place! I was the one who convinced you!" Ruth retorted, her voice rising with a mix of guilt and defiance.

Wyatt's frustration boiled over. "What matters here is that you lied to me for years, Ruth! And it's clear you don't feel any remorse," he yelled, his anger closing the physical distance between them.

"Makes me wonder how many other lies you've told over the years. How many more secrets are you hiding from me?" Wyatt continued, his words sharp and accusing as he stood before her, his presence overwhelming.

Ruth snapped back, driven by annoyance and no longer trying to justify herself. "Everyone has secrets, Wyatt, including you! Don't you dare think I don't know about—" she started, but her words trailed off, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Wyatt stared at her, wordless, his expression mixed with confusion and anticipation.

"Know about what? What exactly are you talking about?" Wyatt asked, his confusion evident in his voice and on his face.

Ruth faltered, her mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. Despite his wait for an answer, Wyatt received none. Shaking his head in frustration, he turned and walked up the stairs.

"I'm sleeping in the guest room tonight!" Wyatt declared, his voice resounding through the house before disappearing from Ruth's view.

Below, Ruth stood near the stairs, her anger boiling over. "How dare he? He knows exactly what I'm talking about," she muttered to herself, her mind racing back to the numerous times she had seen him hastily leave the house as soon as his phone rang.

She was convinced Wyatt had his secrets but knew that bringing them up would only lead to denials.

This wasn't their first argument, so Ruth didn't initially see the seriousness of it. But as evening approached and the silence persisted, its weight became more apparent.

It was the weekend, and neither had work commitments. The tension in the house grew unbearable. Unable to stand it any longer, Ruth approached Wyatt, sitting in front of the TV, absorbed in the news.

"Wyatt, we need to talk,” Ruth said softly, standing behind him. But before she could continue, the ringing of Wyatt's phone interrupted them, cutting through the tense atmosphere.

Ruth watched, expecting Wyatt to pull out his phone and check the caller ID, but he didn’t. Instead, he rose to his feet with a sudden decisiveness that caught her off guard.

“I’m going out for a while. You can text me if you want me to get anything for you,” Wyatt said casually, his tone masking the tension that had just filled the room.

Ruth could still hear the muffled vibration of his phone in his pocket as he walked towards the door, his steps deliberate and unhurried.

Left alone, Ruth felt a surge of anger boiling inside her. She was trying to maintain her composure, but her thoughts were racing.

“He yelled at me for keeping secrets from him, yet he’s doing the same,” she mumbled under her breath, her words filled with a mix of hurt and suspicion as she sank into the sofa.

The TV in front of her was still on, flickering with the images of the news he had been watching. Ruth reached for the remote, intending to change the channel, but in a sudden change of heart, she turned it off entirely. The silence that followed seemed to amplify her resolve.

Ruth sprang to her feet, a new determination in her step. She quickly grabbed her car keys from the kitchen counter, her mind made up. Peering through the window, she saw Wyatt’s car still reversing out of the driveway, not too far gone for her to follow.

“3, 2, 1—“ she counted under her breath, her heart racing as she dashed outside and slipped into her car just as Wyatt turned onto the main road and began to drive away. She started her car, her hands gripping the steering wheel with a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

Initially, when Ruth had noticed Wyatt abruptly leaving to answer phone calls on two separate occasions, she hadn't thought much of it.

She had trusted Wyatt implicitly, believing that whatever he did was their family's good. But now, after their heated argument and his secretive behavior, doubts clouded her mind.

“I kept secrets from you? Well, I can't wait to see the secrets you're also hiding from me,” she muttered to herself, her words barely audible over the engine's hum.

She drove cautiously, maintaining a safe distance behind Wyatt's car, careful not to draw his attention yet desperate to uncover the truth.

Surprisingly, she didn't have to follow him for long. Ruth watched from a distance as Wyatt's car pulled into the parking lot of a small café. It was a place she recognized, not too far from their home.

Her curiosity piqued; she intently wondered what Wyatt could be doing there and whom he might be meeting. Her mind raced with possibilities as she prepared to confront whatever secrets Wyatt might be hiding.

Ruth carefully parked her car out of sight, some distance away from the café, ensuring Wyatt wouldn't notice her presence there. She only got out when she saw him enter the café, her curiosity burning brighter with each step she took closer to the building.

Her intent wasn't to go inside and risk being seen. She felt relieved to see the café's tall windows, which allowed her a clear view inside.

Ruth's heart was initially calm as she observed Wyatt taking a seat by himself. However, her calmness was short-lived. Her heart skipped a beat when a young woman approached him with a bright smile.

Ruth tried to reassure herself. “She’s most likely just a friend,” she whispered, trying to quell the rising tide of worry.

But her reassurance turned to deep concern as she watched Wyatt stand and embrace the woman. It wasn’t a quick, friendly hug; it lingered longer than Ruth felt comfortable.

“Calm down, Ruth. They’re just friends,” she continued to whisper to herself, her voice laced with doubt.

Her uncertainty turned to anger when she saw Wyatt gently touch the woman's hands, holding them far too intimately. Ruth’s face flushed with a mix of anger and betrayal.

“How dare—“ she began, her teeth clenched in fury, about to storm into the café. But her resolve was interrupted by a loud shout from behind.

“Who parked here? You can’t park here!” She realized the shout was directed at her, even without turning to see the man pointing at her car.

Rushing back, she quickly got into her car and drove away, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

That night, Ruth gave Wyatt the cold shoulder. She didn’t text or talk to him, and even the following day, when he tried to initiate a conversation, she ignored him completely.

The silent treatment he had given her for a few hours, she returned with compounded interest, not even glancing in his direction.

"Ruth—" Wyatt called out, sensing their issues escalated beyond control. He was taken aback when she completely disregarded him and left the house without a backward glance.

Ruth was seething with fury, trapped in her whirlpool of emotions. She knew if she confronted Wyatt, it would lead to questions about why she followed him, forcing her to face her insecurities – a confrontation she wasn't ready for.

Unable to discuss this with Wyatt, she contacted Emily, her best friend and confidant. Emily was the only other person she felt comfortable opening up to.

When Ruth arrived at the restaurant where she and Emily had agreed to meet, she found her friend already there, waiting with a mix of curiosity and concern in her eyes.

"How did the test go? Did he find out?" Emily asked immediately, her words rushing out before Ruth could sit across from her at their table.

Ruth responded with a barely perceptible nod, her face etched with discomfort and unease. Sensing her friend's turmoil, Emily didn't hesitate to express her thoughts. “I told you! Instead of pretending not to know all these years, you should have said something,” she advised.

Ruth's voice trembled with regret and fear as she confided in Emily about her deepest insecurities. "Well, what if that wasn’t why we couldn’t conceive? If I had told him, he might have left me. I still haven't told him about my past!” The words spilled out of her, revealing the turmoil brewing inside her for years.

Emily, always the supportive friend, leaned in her expression of understanding and encouragement. “Ruth, Wyatt loves you. You’ve been together for eleven years. If you open up to him—” she began, her tone imbued with earnestness, trying to reassure Ruth.

But Ruth, caught up in her whirlwind of emotions, interrupted her. “That's not why I’m here, Emily! You need to hear what I found out about Wyatt. It might change how you see things,” Ruth interjected, her voice carrying a firmness that spoke of her conviction.

She then delved into her tale, recounting every detail of what she believed she had uncovered about Wyatt.

Emily listened, her brows knitting together in confusion and disbelief. “You think he’s seeing another woman? Wyatt? Do you believe he’s capable of that?” she asked, the skepticism in her voice mirroring the disbelief in her eyes.

Ruth's response was emphatic. Her frustration at not being understood was evident. “He was touching her hands, Emily! I saw it with my own eyes!” she asserted, her words laced with a conviction born of her observations.

“But did you confront him? What did he say? This must be some kind of misunderstanding, Ruth,” Emily responded, her voice gentle yet insistent, trying to introduce a ray of hope into the conversation.

Ruth, however, seemed unswayed by Emily’s attempts at rationalization. “He leaves the house every time his phone rings, and I find him with another woman. What else am I supposed to think?” she retorted, her annoyance clear. She felt misunderstood, and her concerns and fears were seemingly trivialized.

Maintaining her calm demeanor, Emily tried to steer the conversation towards a more constructive path. “Wyatt is a good man. Maybe talking to him about this will help clear things up. Communication is key,” she advised her voice a soothing contrast to Ruth's agitation.

“Emily, don’t! If I confront him, he'll deny everything and turn it back on my secrets. We’ll end up fighting. I need solid proof,” Ruth declared, her tone resolute. She then opened her bag and pulled out her phone.

“I need undeniable evidence. If he’s cheating, I want to catch him red-handed before he has a chance to explain it away,” Ruth said determinedly as she began typing on her phone.

Emily wanted to offer more advice, but seeing the depth of Ruth's anger and devastation, she realized her friend was channeling her emotions differently.

“I found a private investigator online. He’s affordable and promises quick results. I'm sending him all the details now,” Ruth informed Emily, who still looked doubtful about Ruth's course of action. Emily’s skepticism was evident, but she knew better than to argue with Ruth in her current state of mind.

"Really? Are you doing this right now? Doesn't he need a few days to gather the evidence you want?" Emily questioned, her voice tinged with concern over Ruth's hasty decision.

"It's the weekend, so I’m sure Wyatt is there right now!" Ruth replied, her fingers flying over her phone's keyboard in a flurry of activity.

Emily watched silently, her expression a mix of worry and disbelief, as Ruth continued to type away. When Ruth finally finished, she looked up with a hint of sadness. “I sent him Wyatt’s pictures and the location of the café I saw them in,” Ruth disclosed, her voice heavy with emotion.

“Are you sure about this? Maybe you should talk to Wyatt first—” Emily began, but Ruth cut her off.

“I don’t think so. In a couple of hours, I’ll have the answers I need,” Ruth stated firmly, her determination clear.

Realizing that further attempts to dissuade Ruth would be futile, Emily nodded in resignation. She then ordered food for them, changing the subject to avoid further argument. For the next few hours, they talked about everything except Ruth’s marital problems, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy.

As the evening drew in, Emily, sipping her last glass of wine, looked at Ruth with tired eyes. “Are you sure the private investigator will get back to you today? It’s been five hours!” she remarked, her skepticism still evident.

Ruth was about to respond when her phone rang. She answered the call with a solemn expression. “Okay. I’m at a restaurant. I’ll send my address to you,” she said, her voice shaky. After hanging up, Ruth started typing on her phone, her hands trembling slightly.

Emily, understanding who Ruth had spoken to, tried one last time to offer a different perspective. “Maybe you misunderstood the situation. Maybe she’s a family member or something,” she suggested, hoping to provide comfort.

Ruth shook her head, her expression sad. “The only living family member Wyatt has is his grandma. Remember the witness protection incident? His entire family was killed, and he only survived because he was staying with his grandmother,” she explained, a sad look crossing her face.

“But still, maybe she’s just a friend, or—or—” Emily stuttered, struggling to come up with a plausible explanation.

“—Or nothing! People cheat all the time,” Ruth replied, her voice choked with emotion, tears clouding her eyes as they waited for the private investigator to arrive.

When the investigator finally arrived, Ruth wasted no time. “Here’s the money,” she said, handing an envelope to the middle-aged man who had just joined them at their table. Emily watched, her mouth opening and closing in astonishment at the size of the envelope.

Wasn’t he supposed to be affordable? Emily thought to herself, holding back her questions as she waited anxiously to see the evidence the investigator had brought.

Ruth's disappointment was palpable when Mr. Adams, the private investigator, handed over just a single picture. She began to speak, "Mr. Adams—," but he quickly interrupted her.

“You wanted me to work quickly, and I did. From what I could tell, he’s cheating on you!” he declared confidently.

Ruth and Emily lunged for the picture on the table simultaneously, but Ruth was quicker. The moment Ruth saw the image, she inhaled sharply, a reaction that prompted Emily to stand up and look over Ruth’s shoulder at the photo.

“It’s just a peck on the cheek,” Emily observed, trying to make sense of the image, while Ruth remained silent, visibly shaken.

“Yeah, but you didn’t see what followed. It was very intimate,” Mr. Adams interjected a smug expression, clutching his envelope of money tightly.

“We asked for concrete evidence, and you give us this?” Emily's voice rose with frustration, struggling to keep her composure in the restaurant.

Ruth’s voice, small and vulnerable, broke through. “Wha-what did you actually see?” she asked.

“The woman he was with is younger, not just beautiful, but those legs—” Mr. Adams started to describe, but Emily cut him off sharply.

“Mr. Adams!” she snapped, her patience worn thin.

“I couldn't get a better picture, but your husband is definitely cheating,” Adams insisted, unfazed by their reactions.

Ruth’s response was immediate; she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving the picture behind on the table.

“Ruth!” Emily called out, trying to follow her, but Ruth didn’t stop, rushing out of the restaurant.

Emily turned her frustration towards Adams, who sat smirking. “You can spout nonsense but can’t provide proof!” she berated him as she quickly gathered her belongings, eager to catch up with Ruth.

Adams shrugged off her anger. “Don’t blame me! She was already suspicious. A woman’s instincts are usually right,” he chuckled, casually calling over a waiter.

Emily left the restaurant in disgust, muttering, “A scam! That’s all he is!”

Reaching the parking lot, Emily saw Ruth’s car gone and guessed she was headed home. “I hope this doesn’t escalate,” she sighed, getting into her car.

Meanwhile, Ruth was seething with anger when she arrived home. Her fury only grew when she found Wyatt still not back. It wasn’t until two hours later that Wyatt finally returned. As he entered through the front door, he was met with Ruth sitting on the sofa in the living room, her gaze fixed intently on him, a storm of emotions ready to erupt.

The tension in the room was palpable as Wyatt entered, his greeting cautious. "Good evening. How was your day?" he asked, his voice laced with a carefulness born from the recent strain in their relationship. He treaded lightly, hoping not to exacerbate the already fragile situation.

Ruth, however, was past the point of calm discussions. Her anger had been simmering since she left the restaurant, and Wyatt's arrival only fanned the flames. "Where were you?" she demanded, her voice sharp and accusatory. She tapped her foot impatiently, her body language radiating frustration and a barely contained fury.

Wyatt, slightly taken aback by her confrontational tone, answered, “I went out to a café. Just spent some time there and then came straight back home.” Confusion etched his features, unable to understand why Ruth seemed even more furious than when she had left that morning.

"Really? And what exactly were you doing at this café?" Ruth pressed, her tone dripping with skepticism. Wyatt sensed a trap; no matter what he said, it seemed he would be wrong.

“Ruth, why are you asking all these—” he started, but Ruth cut him off mid-sentence.

“You spent hours there, Wyatt! Hours!” Her voice rose, indicating her growing anger at his calm demeanor.

“Just say it, Wyatt! You’re cheating on me. I know it, so don’t bother denying it,” Ruth accused, shaking her head in frustration and disbelief, watching his eyes widen in shock. “Don’t you dare pretend that—“

“Ruth, I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about!” Wyatt finally managed, his expression a mixture of shock and astonishment. “You’re my wife; I would never do that to you,” he continued, genuinely perplexed about what could have led her to such a conclusion.

“Don’t! I know about the woman,” Ruth retorted, her voice heavy with accusation.

“Ruth, I don’t know what lies you’ve heard, but just because you lied to me doesn’t mean I would do the same to you,” Wyatt responded calmly, though internally he was struggling to piece together what had led to this moment.

“So, I’m the liar, and you’re the saint!” Ruth snapped, her patience exhausted.

Without another word, Ruth grabbed her keys and headed for the door. Wyatt, realizing the gravity of the situation, quickly followed her. “Ruth! Where are you going?” he called out, concern lacing his voice as he chased after her.

Ruth’s reply was a bitter yell as she headed towards her car. “Where else? To meet your girlfriend!” Her words were heavy with anger and hurt as she slammed the car door behind her, leaving Wyatt in the doorway. A mix of confusion and fear dawned on him as he began to understand how serious their situation had become.

Overwhelmed by a sense of urgency, Wyatt had no choice but to follow Ruth. He drove after her, his mind racing with confusion and concern. His heart sank when he saw her stop at the familiar café. He parked quickly behind her, calling out, “Ruth! Stop!” as he hurried after her, desperate to resolve the escalating situation.

“If it’s about Melissa, I can explain!” Wyatt exclaimed, trying to diffuse the situation. But his words only fueled Ruth’s fury further.

“So you do know the woman I’m talking about,” Ruth muttered bitterly under her breath, her steps quickening as she entered the café, ignoring Wyatt's pleas to stop and talk.

Inside, Ruth's eyes scanned the room and immediately landed on Melissa, who was sitting at the counter wearing an apron. Without hesitation, Ruth marched towards her, her emotions boiling over.

“You’re cheating with my husband, Wyatt!” Ruth accused loudly, her voice echoing through the café, unconcerned about the other customers' startled glances.

Melissa, caught off guard by Ruth’s sudden outburst and accusation, stuttered in shock. “Wha-what?” she managed to say, visibly shaken.

“I know you’re cheating with him, so don’t deny it,” Ruth continued, her voice seething with anger.

“Ma’am, I don’t know who you are, but I need you to stop causing a scene,” Melissa responded, maintaining her composure.

Ruth, her pride wounded and her rage now fully ignited, acted impulsively. She raised her hand and slapped Melissa across the face with all her might.

“Ruth!” Wyatt gasped in horror. Ruth was about to confront Melissa further when she saw Melissa’s legs give way, her body collapsing to the ground.

The café erupted into chaos, with people yelling for an ambulance. Wyatt, his face a mix of shock and concern, rushed to Melissa’s side, lifting her into his arms. Ruth, stunned by the turn of events, watched in silence as Wyatt hurriedly carried Melissa to his car, not even glancing in Ruth's direction.

The fire inside Ruth quickly dissipated, replaced by a deep regret and a desperate need to apologize. “Wyatt, I-I didn’t mean to hurt her,” she stammered, but Wyatt simply shook his head and drove off towards the nearest hospital.

Ruth followed in her car, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and confusion. As she drove, the magnitude of her actions and their consequences weighed heavily on her, leaving her filled with remorse and an overwhelming desire to make things right.

Ruth stood in the hospital, a bystander to the flurry of activity as Melissa was swiftly attended to by the medical team. Her heart sank when she heard the head doctor's question, "Any prior conditions I should know about?" and Wyatt's response hit her like a ton of bricks.

"She has Leukemia," Wyatt informed the doctor, his voice laced with worry and concern. Ruth's heart stopped for a moment, her eyes widening in shock as Wyatt revealed something even more unexpected.

"She’s my half-sister," he added, just before Melissa was wheeled away for further treatment.

Tears began to pool in Ruth’s eyes, her emotions overwhelming her. She approached Wyatt, her voice trembling with regret. “I’m sorry! I had no idea!” she sobbed, her face a picture of shock and remorse.

“I-I don’t understand. You have no family members...” Ruth stammered, trying to reconcile this new revelation with what she thought she knew about Wyatt.

“Well, if you had patiently asked me, I would have told you who she was,” Wyatt retorted, his voice tinged with frustration. He sighed heavily, attempting to calm his frayed nerves. “I’ll explain more once she wakes up, but she’s the one you should be apologizing to, not me!” he said before turning away, leaving Ruth to process the gravity of her mistake.

Ruth felt a deep sense of embarrassment and shame wash over her. She had been so sure of her suspicions that she hadn’t stopped to consider the repercussions of her actions. “I’m the reason she’s in the hospital,” Ruth mumbled to herself, sitting down in the waiting area, consumed by guilt and self-reproach for striking a person battling illness.

As she sat there, her vision blurred by tears, she noticed the TV screen in the waiting area. Mr. Adams, the private investigator, was in handcuffs. A news reporter detailed his history of scams and his skill in editing pictures to manipulate situations.

“Look, people that come to me already have a story in their mind. It’s less dramatic, and they pay more when I give them what they want,” he confessed on the screen. Ruth watched in utter disbelief, realizing how easily she had been deceived and how her actions had led to disastrous consequences.

Hours passed, and when Melissa finally awoke, Ruth saw Wyatt enter her room. Compelled by a need to right her wrongs, Ruth followed him, ready to face Melissa and apologize for the harm she had caused.

Ruth's apology was immediate and heartfelt as she stood by Melissa's bedside, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m so sorry! I was wrong! Even if you had cheated with my husband, I should never have touched you!” she blurted out, her voice choked with emotion.

Looking frail and pale, Melissa responded in a low, weak voice, turning her gaze towards Wyatt, who stood silently to the side. “No, it's my fault. I didn’t want Wyatt to tell you about me yet because I wasn’t sure how long I had left,” she explained, her voice tinged with sadness.

“I found Wyatt by chance, and sometimes I feel like a burden to him too,” Melissa added, her words filled with vulnerability.

“You could never be a burden. You’re Wyatt’s family, and that indirectly makes us family,” Ruth said, her tone warm and inclusive as she moved closer to sit near Melissa, her heart aching at the sight of her condition.

“I don’t know why you assumed Wyatt was cheating on you, but he isn’t,” Melissa reassured her gently.

“I know that now! I-I was wrong! I have secrets about my past I haven't told him, and I thought he was hiding things from me,” Ruth admitted, her gaze shifting to Wyatt, filled with regret and sorrow.

“I thought if I told you, you might not like me as much, or you might think less of me,” Ruth continued, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.

“I-I was just scared, and I didn’t know how to—” Ruth struggled to continue, overcome with emotion, as Melissa gently patted her hand in a comforting gesture.

“One thing I’ve learned is that life goes by pretty quickly. The last thing you want is to live it with regrets,” Melissa spoke softly, her eyelashes fluttering closed as she fought against fatigue.

Their visit was brief, as the nurses soon asked them to leave, citing Melissa's need for rest.

Back in the waiting room, Ruth turned to Wyatt, her apology spilling out once more. “I’m sorry, Wyatt!” she said, the weight of her actions pressing heavily on her.

“I’ll tell you everything you need—” Ruth started, fresh tears welling up in her eyes, but she was cut off by Wyatt, who gently stopped her from continuing.

“I will always love you, Ruth, and you should never doubt that. Do you really think our inability to have children will affect my love for you?” he asked, his voice filled with sincerity and love.

“Wyatt, I haven’t even told you about—“ Ruth started, her voice wavering with the burden of her unshared secrets.

“Whatever you tell me isn’t going to change how I feel about you. I married you because I love you, and I need you to trust me,” Wyatt reassured her, his eyes locking with hers as he pulled her close into his arms. His embrace was a safe haven, a place where fears and doubts seemed to melt away.

Ruth looked into his eyes, her voice soft but earnest. “I trust you, Wyatt, I do! It’s just that after the appointment with the doctor, the thought that I might not be able to give you children—” she began, her words trailing off as Wyatt leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips.

When they finally parted, a smile broke through Ruth's tears, a smile that spoke of renewed hope and love.

The kiss was a reaffirmation of their bond, a silent promise of enduring affection.

Looking into Wyatt’s eyes, she felt overwhelming relief and love. In that moment, Ruth believed, more than ever, that Wyatt’s love for her was unwavering, and nothing could ever change that.

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