{"id":99874,"date":"2024-11-22T10:11:12","date_gmt":"2024-11-22T03:11:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/justmetalking.com\/?p=99874"},"modified":"2024-11-22T10:14:10","modified_gmt":"2024-11-22T03:14:10","slug":"husband-discovers-wifes-affair-exposes-her-and-secret-lover-to-entire-family-on-thanksgiving-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/justmetalking.com\/husband-discovers-wifes-affair-exposes-her-and-secret-lover-to-entire-family-on-thanksgiving-story-of-the-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Husband Discovers Wife&rsquo;s Affair, Exposes Her and Secret Lover to Entire Family on Thanksgiving \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style='\"font-size:'>When Michael discovers shocking news about his health, his world shatters. But his heartbreak deepens as he suspects his wife, Jen, of betrayal\u2014with the last person he\u2019d expect. In a tense Thanksgiving gathering, secrets unravel, loyalties are tested, and one family\u2019s holiday takes a dark, unforgettable turn.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>On Thanksgiving, Michael stormed out of his parents&rsquo; house. Behind him, chaos erupted\u2014a flurry of voices, chairs scraping, hands thrown in disbelief.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img fetchpriority='\"high\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-99882 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/justmetalking.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/11%5C/935f1e00622ac9c3ff63d731b1ad74fd636ef89a6eb36813564c2986f02885c4.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"556\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/justmetalking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/935f1e00622ac9c3ff63d731b1ad74fd636ef89a6eb36813564c2986f02885c4.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Food splattered against the walls, and half-filled plates crashed onto the floor. Jen\u2019s voice broke through the uproar, cracking as she pleaded, \u201cMichael, please! Don\u2019t go, just listen to me!\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Her face was red and tear-streaked, her hand reaching out to him, fingers trembling. But he didn\u2019t look back. He couldn\u2019t.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>His brother, Terry, was standing near the doorway, looking small, guilty, like a kid caught in a lie. Their parents shouted at each other, each blaming the other for how things had fallen apart.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><b>A few weeks earlier\u2026<br>\n<span style='\"font-size:'>Michael was in his car, driving home from the hospital. The doctor\u2019s words echoed in his mind. He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, wondering how he would break the news to Jen.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Would she leave him? The thought struck him with a fresh wave of dread. He sat outside the house, staring at the darkened windows, gathering his courage. His phone buzzed.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><b>@Jen:\n</b><p><span style='\"font-size:'><em>When will you be back? I\u2019ve been waiting.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-99884 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/justmetalking.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/11%5C/c2bbcdc9ee019f250dfe1d0b4e2a9c99c2349344b5254cf3c08202734bee0fc5.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"556\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/justmetalking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/c2bbcdc9ee019f250dfe1d0b4e2a9c99c2349344b5254cf3c08202734bee0fc5.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Michael took a deep breath, stepped out, and opened the door. There she was, smiling brightly. He tried to smile back, but worry clung to him like a shadow.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cIs everything alright?\u201d Jen asked, studying Michael\u2019s face. Her eyes searched his, catching the heaviness in his expression.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Michael paused, his mouth dry. \u201cWe\u2026 we need to talk,\u201d he said.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Jen tilted her head, her smile soft but curious. \u201cWell, before that, I have something for you,\u201d she said, her voice warm and bright. She reached out, taking his hand, her excitement almost childlike. \u201cCome with me.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>She led him into the bedroom, where a pair of tiny baby socks lay next to a small box on the bed. Michael stared, confused, his mind struggling to catch up.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cWhat\u2026 what is this?\u201d he managed.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Jen\u2019s eyes sparkled. \u201cI wanted to surprise you! If I just told you, it wouldn\u2019t be as special.\u201d She nodded toward the box. \u201cGo ahead, open it.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Michael picked it up, his hands shaking as he lifted the lid. Inside was a positive pregnancy test. A chill ran through him, his thoughts in chaos. This wasn\u2019t possible.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-99887 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/justmetalking.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/11%5C/00e538833e21c26a81b54986bddc3756aef20b7ae5d617b5b91e28fc98df26db.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"768\"' height='\"1152\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/justmetalking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/00e538833e21c26a81b54986bddc3756aef20b7ae5d617b5b91e28fc98df26db.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cWait, how?\u201d he stammered.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Jen\u2019s grin grew wider. \u201cI don\u2019t know! After all this time, I\u2019m finally pregnant! Aren\u2019t you happy?\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cYes\u2026 I\u2019m\u2026 happy,\u201d Michael said as she hugged him, but his mind roared with shock and hurt, doubts swirling as he held her tightly.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>He had just returned from the doctor\u2019s office, carrying the weight of terrible news. The doctor\u2019s words echoed in his mind: \u201cYou\u2019re infertile. You won\u2019t be able to have children.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>It felt like his world was crumbling. This changed everything he\u2019d ever dreamed of for his future with Jen. And now, seeing that positive pregnancy test, a sickening thought took over.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>There was only one explanation. Jen, his love for over 15 years, the woman he trusted more than anyone, had been unfaithful.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>A few days later, Jen and Michael sat at the breakfast table. \u201cSo, we\u2019ll be with your family on Thanksgiving this year?\u201d Jen asked, stirring her coffee. \u201cYour mom and dad, your brother\u2026 oh, and my parents, they&rsquo;re joining us too.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Michael nodded. \u201cYeah.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Jen looked down, smiling. \u201cBut\u2026 let\u2019s not tell anyone about the pregnancy yet. It\u2019s early. I think we should wait, maybe until Christmas. Just us knowing for now feels special.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cWhatever you want,\u201d Michael replied, trying to keep his voice steady. But inside, his mind was anything but calm. He wanted to shout, to demand why she had betrayed him.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>The anger boiled inside, and yet, he found himself wondering if he could somehow accept it. Could he raise another man\u2019s child? He had thought about adoption before learning he was infertile, but this was different. The pain of her betrayal held him back.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-99888 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/justmetalking.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/11%5C/4a225e739bfe8f725b3332d4c841e812bfd29f09599a7fe56242f3fb5b4ff512.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"768\"' height='\"1152\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/justmetalking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/4a225e739bfe8f725b3332d4c841e812bfd29f09599a7fe56242f3fb5b4ff512.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Jen tilted her head, watching him. \u201cYou\u2019re off in your head again,\u201d she said, laughing lightly.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cYes, sorry,\u201d Michael muttered, glancing at the clock. \u201cI should get going.\u201d She leaned over to kiss him goodbye, but he only felt disgust as her lips touched his.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Michael slid into his car and gripped the wheel, but work was the last thing on his mind. He had taken the entire day off, not for rest, but for answers. He parked a short distance from the house, his gaze fixed on the front door, his heartbeat quickening.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>He had waited for this moment, hoping to confirm his worst suspicions. All he needed was a glimpse of the man Jen had chosen over him. He had to see who had taken his place, who was the father of her child.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Since the day he found out about her affair, his mind had been plagued by questions. What had he done wrong? Was he not enough? Only Jen could answer, but he wasn\u2019t ready to confront her directly. He needed proof, something undeniable. First, he had to know who the father of her child was.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>A car pulled up nearby, snapping him out of his thoughts. He watched Jen step outside, her face calm and unhurried. She got into the car and drove off, unaware that Michael was following her at a careful distance.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>They wove through the streets, and soon, Michael realized where she was going. She stopped outside a house he knew well. He felt his stomach twist in anger and disbelief. Of all the people, she had chosen HIM.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Michael\u2019s hands shook as he gripped the door handle, ready to charge inside and end this now. He wanted to confront them, to shout, to break things.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>But then a colder, more satisfying thought came to him. Why let them get away with it quietly? He would ruin them in front of everyone. Thanksgiving was only days away, and he could wait. He would expose them both, and they\u2019d pay for this betrayal.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>On Thanksgiving, as Michael and Jen entered his parents&rsquo; house, Michael\u2019s eyes swept over the familiar faces: his mom, Mila, setting the table with care, his dad, Roger, in deep conversation with Jen\u2019s parents, Carla and Scott.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>But standing near the doorway, laughing with that same, confident grin, was Terry\u2014Michael\u2019s older brother and the last person he wanted to see.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Seeing Terry, his resentment flared, more intense than ever. Terry had always been the golden child, everyone\u2019s favorite, effortlessly charming.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cLittle brother!\u201d Terry called, striding over and giving Michael\u2019s hair a playful ruffle, just as he had since they were kids.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Michael\u2019s jaw clenched. He stepped back, brushing Terry\u2019s hand away with a hard swipe. \u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d he muttered, his tone clipped.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cNot very polite of you!\u201d Terry laughed, seemingly unfazed, and turned to greet others.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>In the kitchen, Michael gave his mother a quick hello, his mind focused on the charade about to unfold. Family members who rarely saw each other pretended they were close, filling the room with false smiles and half-hearted hugs.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>It struck Michael that maybe this was what Thanksgiving was really about\u2014a forced gathering of people who barely tolerated each other. Finally, Mila asked everyone to sit and start with what they were thankful for.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-99889 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/justmetalking.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/11%5C/52ba650d14811bd67f84e51776651b61bf07fb1cd00abd032493604d25cd6bc1.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"768\"' height='\"1370\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/justmetalking.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/52ba650d14811bd67f84e51776651b61bf07fb1cd00abd032493604d25cd6bc1.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>The others took turns, each offering words of gratitude wrapped in politeness. Michael\u2019s turn was coming, and he knew exactly what he wanted to say.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Finally, it was Michael\u2019s turn. He rose, holding his glass high, his gaze moving over everyone at the table. \u201cOn this wonderful day,\u201d he began, his voice steady, \u201cI want to give thanks for just one thing\u2014that my lovely wife, Jen, is pregnant!\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>A hush fell over the room. Jen\u2019s face turned pale, and she quickly stood, leaning toward him. In a whisper, she said, \u201cMichael, we agreed not to tell anyone yet.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Michael\u2019s expression hardened. \u201cAnd we also agreed to be faithful in marriage,\u201d he replied, his words sharp and low, piercing through her like ice.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Mila\u2019s face brightened, unaware of the tension. \u201cOh, Michael! Congratulations!\u201d she said, clapping her hands together.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cYes, we\u2019ve waited years for our daughter to give us a grandchild,\u201d Carla chimed in, beaming as Scott nodded along.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Roger looked at Michael with pride. \u201cMy son is finally becoming a father! This is wonderful news.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Michael\u2019s lips twisted into a bitter smile. \u201cOh, it\u2019s wonderful, all right. Only it\u2019s not the son you think,\u201d he said, his eyes narrowing. \u201cBecause the father of this child\u2026 is Terry.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>A collective gasp rippled through the table. Terry\u2019s face drained of color, and he sat in stunned silence, unable to meet anyone\u2019s eyes.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cMichael, what are you saying?\u201d Jen\u2019s voice shook as she looked at him, her eyes wide with confusion. \u201cTerry? Why would you think that? You\u2019re my husband; this baby is yours!\u201d She reached for his hand, but Michael yanked it away, his face hard.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cDon\u2019t lie to me, Jen. I saw you at his house,\u201d he replied, his voice sharp. \u201cWhy would you choose him? After everything? You know how I\u2019ve always felt\u2014like I was never good enough, always second to Terry. And now, even my own wife picked him over me.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Terry shifted uncomfortably, lifting his hands in protest. \u201cCome on, brother, it\u2019s not like that. She was just helping me with some ideas for my place. She took a few design classes; I wanted her advice. That\u2019s it.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cYes, Michael, it was only that. I swear. You have to believe me,\u201d Jen said, her voice breaking.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Michael shook his head, his eyes cold. \u201cJen, I\u2019m infertile.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Jen\u2019s face drained of color. \u201cWhat? You\u2026 you never told me.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cI found out the same day you showed me the test,\u201d he said quietly.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cMichael, please. I\u2019ll cut off all contact with Terry. I\u2019ll never see him again, I promise. Just don\u2019t leave me,\u201d she begged.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cTomorrow, you\u2019ll get the divorce papers,\u201d he replied, his tone flat. \u201cSign them. And the one thing I am thankful for today is that you\u2019ve helped me realize who was truly second-rate here, because I would never have done this to you.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Michael drained his glass in one swift motion, feeling the burn as he set it down with finality. Without a glance back, he turned toward the door, each step heavy and deliberate.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Behind him, voices erupted, rising in frantic confusion and anger. He caught snippets\u2014Jen\u2019s desperate pleas, his mother\u2019s shocked cries, and his father\u2019s attempts to calm everyone. He thought he even heard plates clatter and food splatter against the walls in the chaos he\u2019d left behind.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Reaching the door, Michael paused momentarily, gripping the handle tightly, then pulled it shut with a firm click. It was the last Thanksgiving they\u2019d ever have as a family.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When Michael discovers shocking news about his health, his world shatters. But his heartbreak deepens as he suspects his wife, Jen, of betrayal\u2014with the last person he\u2019d expect. 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