My husband went on a secret 15-day trip with his ‘best friend,’ and when he returned, I asked him one question that made him freeze: “Do you know what illness she has?”
I had been married to him for seven years. On our wedding day, I believed he would be my life’s support—but I was wrong. Everything began to unravel when he started coming home late at night, put a password on his phone, and that “best friend” kept showing up at our house again and again.
My best friend—someone I had known since college. To everyone else, she was beautiful, smart, and charming. But something inside me felt uneasy. My intuition kept warning me their relationship wasn’t as innocent as it appeared. I tried confronting my husband many times, but he denied everything and grew angry.
One day he said he had to go on a business trip for 15 days to a remote island near Kochi. I didn’t suspect anything and simply told him to take care. But the very next day, by chance, I saw a message on his phone: the trip wasn’t business-related at all—he and my friend had been planning it for a long time.
I was stunned. But I didn’t yell. I stayed quiet, wanting to see how far their betrayal would go.
Those fifteen days were unbearable. During the day, I took care of my daughter; at night, I felt my chest tear with pain. My daughter kept asking:
“Mom, why did Dad have to go to Kochi for so long?”
All I could do was let the tears fall.
When he finally returned, he came home smiling, slightly tanned, hands full of gifts. He even pretended to care:
“I missed you so much.”
I stayed silent, my heart frozen.
As he sat across from me, I looked him straight in the eyes and asked:
“Do you know what illness she has?”
The question hit him like a dagger. He froze. His face went pale.
“W–what… what are you talking about?”
I pressed my lips together. I knew a truth he had never imagined: my friend had a serious infectious disease. I had discovered it by chance through a mutual friend working at a local hospital. She had been treated multiple times but kept it a secret—yet she rushed into relationships recklessly, and my stubborn husband fell straight into her trap.
“I’m asking you one last time—did you know?” I said coldly.
He stayed silent. His eyes swam with confusion and regret. His body began to tremble.
Weeks later, the full truth came out. His health started deteriorating, and after a doctor’s visit, he discovered he had contracted the same illness my friend had. I wasn’t surprised—only bitter, because my husband had destroyed his own life and the lives of others.
Thankfully, months earlier, I had already separated from him, realizing our marriage could no longer be saved. My daughter and I were completely safe now. Perhaps that was God’s final protection.
When the test results arrived, he fell to his knees in front of me, tears streaming:
“Please forgive me… I was wrong… please don’t leave me…”
I looked at him without a shred of sympathy. This man had shattered our family’s happiness and trust. Now he had to face the consequences of his actions.
“The one you should be apologizing to is our daughter—not me.”
I said softly and turned away.
From that day forward, he meant nothing to me. I poured all my love into my daughter, who now lived carefree and without fear. He was alive, but his life became filled with regret and sorrow.
The question, “Do you know what illness she has?” revealed the truth. It also marked the end of a marriage that had once seemed unbreakable.
I learned something important: sometimes betrayal doesn’t require revenge—life itself gives the harshest punishment.