I Thought My Husband Was Working Late — Until I Found Him at My Mother’s House

The emotional build-up is well-paced, capturing the slow unraveling of trust between the narrator and Dan.

It makes the final betrayal devastating. The use of sensory detail—the smell of lasagna, the silence of the mother’s house—adds

depth and atmosphere. The narrative voice is intimate and sincere, pulling the reader into the protagonist’s emotional state.

Suggestions for Improvement:

Punctuation & Paragraphing: Use em dashes and breaks to guide rhythm and clarity. For example:

Dan’s late nights had become a pattern — a slow-burning ache I tried to ignore…
Also:
The betrayal struck so deep, it took my breath away… it imploded.

Add Internal Reaction: During the discovery, deepen the emotional response. A line like:

I wanted to scream, to tear the door open — but I stood frozen, facing the truth that love had lied to me, would intensify the moment.

Stronger Ending:
Instead of a general closing, consider something quieter and symbolic:

I left the lasagna on the table, the chocolate cake still warm — untouched, like the life I thought I had.

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