When my husband began working late every Friday, I suspected the worst. A woman’s name on his phone led me to disguise myself as a janitor at his school to uncover an affair. What I found wasn’t cheating—it was a secret that changed our family.
James and I used to treasure our Friday nights—our son, Noah, asleep, us curled up with snacks and a movie. Now, I was alone, smoothing lotion on my hands, while James claimed he was “at work.” Noah was in bed, but James was nowhere near.
One evening, his phone lit up downstairs. I slipped down quietly and saw “Rachel calling” with a photo of a woman in a school shirt—Noah’s teacher. My heart sank. Was James unfaithful? I wanted to storm in but decided to find the truth my way.
Over brunch with my friend Emily, I confessed. “He’s late every Friday, and now this Rachel woman’s calling?” Emily’s jaw dropped. “That’s not right. You need to check it out.” I hesitated. “I’m no detective!” She grinned. “My brother’s cleaning company needs a school janitor. You’ll go in disguise.”
I gasped. “A janitor? Seriously?” Emily handed me a short black wig and a badge marked “Lori.” “You’ll be invisible. Perfect for spying.” My nerves jangled, but I nodded. I was ready to face whatever James was hiding.
The next morning, I left a note for James about “errands” and went to Emily’s. In her mirror, I looked ridiculous—wig, baggy uniform, and clunky shoes. “I’m a bad spy movie,” I said. Emily pinned on my badge. “You’re Lori, mop master. Go get the truth.”
At the school, the guard barely noticed me. “New cleaner? Don’t use the staff sink,” he mumbled. I started cleaning, heart pounding, watching for James. Kids passed without a glance, and I felt like a ghost, ready to spot any clue.
By the final bell, I hadn’t seen James. Then Noah headed to his classroom—Rachel’s room. James was there, and I mopped nearby, hearing Rachel say, “Tonight, same place?” My worst fears seemed true, my hands shaking.
Noah walked in. “Dad, I forgot my hat!” My mop slipped, knocking off my wig. Noah blinked. “Mom?” James stared, confused. “What’s this?” I stammered, “Just grabbing Noah,” and rushed out, leaving James stunned, tears stinging my eyes.
At home, I sent Noah to play and packed James’s clothes, rage burning. As I dragged a bag outside, a girl about ten stood there, beaming. “Hi! I’m with my dad.” James appeared, nervous. “This is Lily, my daughter,” he said. I was speechless.
While the kids bonded, James explained. “Rachel and I dated before you. She left, never telling me about Lily. She’s back, married, and wants Lily to know me.” I was upset about the secrecy but relieved. “Noah needs his sister,” I said.
James promised honesty, and my anger softened. “You’re unpacking that bag,” I said, heading to make snacks. Lily’s laughter with Noah sparked hope for our family’s future, bigger than I’d imagined.
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