A Wrong Delivery Exposed My Husband's Secret Life

On Valentine's Day, a massive cake box appeared at my front door.

The message on the frosting plaque read：To the woman I love most in this life.

Before I could even feel touched, my husband called.

His voice was panicked.“Babe, that cake is for a client. I put the wrong address. Don't touch it!”

I opened the cake. The card inside read：“My darling Eleanor, once I divorce that worn-out wife of mine, you can finally move into our home for good. Love, Martin.”

I didn't know who Eleanor was.

But that worn-out wife he mentioned? That had to be me.