They weren’t mine. My heart sank as countless thoughts raced through my mind, but I stayed silent. I washed the underwear, folded them, and tucked them into my drawer, waiting to see what my husband would do.
At dinner, I watched him closely—he seemed distracted, glued to his phone, his smile strained. That night, I put on the mysterious underwear. When I walked in, his eyes widened, then he suddenly burst out laughing.
Confused, I asked why. He explained that while I was away, his younger sister had stayed over after her apartment flooded and had left some laundry behind. He hadn’t even noticed until he saw me wearing them.
Relieved, I laughed too, though I felt a little silly for assuming the worst. When his sister later picked up her things, we all laughed together. That day reminded me that fears and suspicions can cloud the truth—but patience and communication are what keep love strong.
