Each time the husband came home from a business trip, he’d find his wife carefully scrubbing the bedsheets. Curious one day, he hid a camera in their bedroom – only to uncover a painful truth that left him ashamed and heartbroken.

The next morning, he bought a tiny hidden camera and tucked it discreetly on the bookshelf, facing the bed.

He told Lily he had a ten-day trip to Chicago, but instead, he rented a room nearby, determined to see what occured when he was gone.

The second night, his heart pounded as he opened the camera feed on his phone. The bedroom appeared dim, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

10:30 p.m. – the door opened.

 

Lily entered, holding something close to her chest. Ethan squinted at the screen. At first, he thought it was a pillow until she laid it on the bed. It was his old wedding shirt, faded and wrinkled, the one she’d kept for over a decade.

She climbed onto the bed, clutching the shirt tightly, as though holding him. Then she whispered, her voice trembling through the quiet room:

“I missed you again today… I’m sorry I couldn’t keep our baby… I was wrong… please don’t be mad at me anymore.”

Ethan’s breath caught. Tears welled in his eyes as he watched her cry into the fabric such as his shirt, her heart’s relic.

The “dirty” sheets weren’t the proof of betrayal he’d feared. They were soaked with her tears.

Ethan buried his face in his hands, crushed by guilt. While he’d been chasing promotions and meetings, she’d been keeping their home and their love alive alone.

The next morning, he couldn’t bear it any longer. He drove home early, without war:ning.

Lily was outside hanging laundry when he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She jumped slightly, then smiled, amazed.