I Went to Church and Accidentally Heard My Husband’s Voice Coming from the Confessional Booth

I hadn’t been to church in a long time, but one stressful morning I went without telling my husband, Mark. While there, I heard a familiar voice in the confessional—it was him.

Frozen outside the booth, I listened as he admitted he’d been hiding a serious secret from me for years. He had borrowed money from dangerous people to help our business during a rough time, and the debt had spiraled out of control. He was terrified of telling me.

Shaken, I left the church. Later at home, he acted normal, but that night I asked if he had something to confess. He broke down and told me everything.

It was hard to hear, but we decided to face the mess together.