Newlywed bliss shatters when Sarah’s husband, Jake, accuses her of cheating after “smelling cologne” in their bedroom. Alone and humiliated, Sarah pieces together the truth — and it’s far from what Jake expected. It had only been two weeks since Jake and I said our vows.
Two weeks of riding that post-wedding glow like it was some invincible wave. It felt like we were untouchable. No one told me how quickly that feeling could collapse.
Jake’s mom had the accident on a Sunday morning. I was folding laundry when he got the call. One second, he was tapping his phone on the counter, scrolling through some meme page, and the next, his face drained of color.
“Mom’s hurt,” he said, already pulling on his hoodie. “Dad accidentally hit her with the car.” His voice cracked on that last part. “Her hip… it’s bad.
She needs an urgent replacement.”
I grabbed the keys for him. “I’ll drive.”
“No, no. I’ll be faster.” His eyes met mine, wild and unfocused.
“I’ll call you when I know more.”
He kissed me on the side of my head, and then he was gone. Just like that. I stood in the kitchen, the faint smell of detergent in the air, trying to process what he’d just said.
His dad hit his mom with the car? Hours later, he called to say he’d be staying at his parents’ house to help care for her post-surgery. I told him it was fine.
It was. What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t understand that? Three days later, on Wednesday morning, I was halfway out the door for work when I heard the front lock turn behind me.
My heart jumped. Jake? He stepped in wearing the same hoodie and worn jeans.
He grinned when he saw me, but as I hurried forward to greet him, he stopped in his tracks. His nose crinkled and his eyes darted across the apartment like he was searching for something. “Hey, babe!
I didn’t know you were coming back today,” I said. He didn’t smile. He didn’t even look at me, just kept scanning the place.
Then his eyes locked on me, hard as stone. “Who’s been here?” he asked, his voice sharp as a blade. “What?” I blinked, stunned.
“No one’s been here, Jake. It’s just me.”
He tilted his head toward the bedroom. “Then why does it smell like cologne in there?”
I laughed, but it came out too light, too nervous.
“Cologne? What are you talking about?”
“You tell me,” he shot back, stepping past me toward the bedroom. “Smells like a man’s been in here.”
I stared after him, frowning.
“Maybe it’s something from outside,” I offered. “Maybe it’s… I don’t know. The windows were open all day yesterday.”
My phone buzzed then.
It was a text from a colleague letting me know the boss was looking for me. “I’ve got to rush,” I called out. “I’m already running late and now Mrs.
Thompson is asking for me! See you later, babe!”
I hurried out the door. Work was crazy that day, and I couldn’t wait to get home to Jake.
I’d missed him so much while he was away. But when I got home that night, I knew something was wrong. My key didn’t fit.
I yanked it out, checked it, and tried again, but it was useless. I peered at the doorknob like a fool, and that’s when it hit me: Jake had changed the locks. I banged on the door and called for Jake, but he didn’t reply.
So I called his phone. It rang once before going straight to voicemail. I called again.
Same thing. Texts went unanswered, too. I sat on the stairs of our apartment complex, head in my hands, feeling too stunned to cry.
I thought about calling the landlord, but what would I even say? I had nowhere else to go, so I went to my mom’s place. She was shocked to see me, and just as confused as I was when I tried to explain why I was there.
“Why don’t you try calling Jake’s brother?” she suggested, placing a cup of tea in front of me. “Those two are so close… if anyone can help you figure out what’s going on, it’s Nick.”
“You’re right,” I muttered, wiping my eyes. I stepped into the living room with my tea and called Nick.
He picked up on the third ring. “Hey,” I said, breathless. “Have you talked to Jake?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice colder than I’d ever heard it.
“He doesn’t want to talk to you.”
I stood up, gripping the phone tighter. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Look, Sarah,” he sighed like he was tired of me already.
“He knows what you did. You should just own it.”
I pressed my hand to my mouth. “Are you serious right now?” I whispered.
“What are you even talking about, Nick?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
He hung up. I immediately texted Jake again, demanding to know why he was mad at me. This time, he replied.
“You cheated on me while I was looking after Mom. Our apartment stinks of your lover’s cologne! How dare you bring another man into our bed?”
I couldn’t believe what I was reading, but it didn’t stop there.
Another text arrived from Jake. “Our marriage is over! I’ve told my whole family what you’ve done…”
Tears flooded my eyes as I read all the cruel names he called me after that.
Jake and I had been together for five years… how could he think I’d be unfaithful to him only two weeks into our marriage? More texts arrived in quick succession, but these were from Jake’s mom. “Return the ring.
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