I found a hotel receipt in my husband's jacket pocket.
The date was from the week he'd told me he was at a business conference.
I didn't confront him.
Instead, I put the receipt back exactly where I'd found it.
Two days later, he left for work.
I called the hotel.
The receptionist confirmed the reservation.
Then she said something that made my heart stop.
"Yes, Mr Daniel stayed here."
I asked if he stayed alone.
She hesitated.
"I shouldn't say..."
I told her I was his wife.
After a long silence, she sighed.
"He checked in with a woman."
My hands started shaking.
I thanked her and hung up.
That night, I pretended nothing had happened.
Instead, I waited.