He hesitated before answering. “Her husband. He’s not a nice man.
She told me she was trying to escape, but she had nowhere to go and no one to help her. She said she had to leave as soon as possible.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“I didn’t know what to do,” Scott continued. “I didn’t want to bring her here.
I mean, what if her husband found out? What if he put you and the kids in danger? So, I paid for the motel.
I helped her meet with a lawyer and start the paperwork for a restraining order. But I swear to you, Alice, there’s nothing going on between us.”
I wanted to scream at him, but my anger faded after listening to his story. His eyes told me he wasn’t lying, and after living with him all these years, I knew he was someone who couldn’t stand to see people in trouble.
I took a deep breath and made a decision.
“Invite her over,” I said.
“What?”
“If she really is in danger, if she really needs help, I want to hear it from her.” My voice was steady, but my heart pounded in my chest.
“But we need to be careful. The kids should stay at my parents’ place.”
Scott hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.”
I didn’t know what the future would hold.
I didn’t know if I could fully erase the doubts lingering in my heart.
But I knew one thing for sure… this wasn’t just about trust anymore.
It was about understanding the truth and protecting my family from whatever danger was still lurking in the shadows.
Because trust isn’t just about believing the best in someone. It’s about openness, honesty, and the willingness to face uncomfortable truths together.
Scott kept a secret from me not because he was cheating, but because he was afraid. Afraid that I would misunderstand, that I would see his actions through the lens of the past instead of the present.
And for a moment, I almost let my fears win.
I almost let the ghost of an old love story destroy the real one we were living.
But real love isn’t just about passion or history. It’s about standing together, even when doubt creeps in. It’s about asking the hard questions instead of assuming the worst.
I could have stormed out.
I could have let my anger turn into resentment. But instead, I chose to listen. To understand.
To face the truth, together.
And that choice? It saved us.
What do you think? Would you have done the same?
Source: amomama
