Lady learns her husband switches from SUV to old cheap car daily and leaves town

Seeing her getting out of the house, Dylan said, “Where are you headed so early?” He was dressed in his usual work attire, all dressed up.

“Oh, I’ve booked an early morning massage session, remember? The back pain’s been killing me,” she lied.

“Going without breakfast?”

“Yeah, I’ll grab something on the way and see you in a while. Sleep in,” she said as she left the house.

Some time later, she noticed her husband arriving at the parking lot in his SUV and then switching to the sedan.

He put on the old clothes and started driving, and Catherine drove after him.
At one moment, as he took a look from the rear-view mirror, their eyes almost met, but a passing bus broke the line of sight.

Catherine’s heart was skipping beats and her hands started sweating. She had no idea what was going on and didn’t know what to expect.

As their vehicles left he city’s outskirts and took a less-traveled route filled with cracks and potholes, Catherine found herself in a forested area.

Dylan turned into the dirt road leading into the woods and Catherine decided to continue this strange journey on foot, hoping to get sight of her husband or his sedan deep into the woods.

After walking through the dense forest, she finally found herself at the clear. There, she spotted a wooden house and Dylan’s sedan parked next to it.

Catherine hid behind the bushes, about 30 meters from the house, and saw the house’s porch where Dylan was…talking to a poor man in ragged clothing.

As she spotted them laughing, she approached them and yelled, “What’s going on here?”

“Catherine? Wha-what are you doing here?” Dylan asked, shocked.

“Who is this beauty?” the other man, Harry, asked, looking at her.

“I’m his wife!” yelled Catherine. “Explain everything, Dylan! Why did you lie about the office meeting? And what’s with you switching your SUV in the supermarket’s parking lot and coming here in that rundown vehicle? And WHO IS THIS MAN??

Dylan’s blood froze.

“Wife? You never mentioned her! You said you were a poor man who worked at the gas station!” Harry stared at Dylan. “You were lying all along?”

“Harry, please. I-I can explain!” Dylan replied nervously.

Harry got raged, grabbed a bottle from the nearby table and smashed it against Dylan’s head. Dylan then lost consciousness.

Moments later, when he opened his eyes, he realized he was dragged to the basement and tied to a chair, and so was his wife.
“Start talking, Dylan! What the heck is happening?” Catherine said with fear and confussion.

“I should’ve told you everything, but I wanted to protect you from my past,” he said. “I-I had a son, Catherine, and it all started when I went to a doctor with him…”