{"id":78883,"date":"2024-08-30T14:12:43","date_gmt":"2024-08-30T07:12:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/?p=78883"},"modified":"2024-08-30T14:12:43","modified_gmt":"2024-08-30T07:12:43","slug":"a-strangers-note-on-my-husbands-car-made-me-call-my-lawyer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/a-strangers-note-on-my-husbands-car-made-me-call-my-lawyer\/","title":{"rendered":"A Stranger\u2019s Note on My Husband\u2019s Car Made Me Call My Lawyer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When Sierra is in mom-mode, trying to get her kids off to school, she finds a sticky note on her husband\u2019s car that makes her question where he had been the entire weekend. Wanting answers, she phones the number on the note and slowly, secrets unravel with her marriage.\n</p><p>It was a typical Monday morning. I was in my mom zone, trying to get the kids off to school on time. That\u2019s when a piece of pink paper changed everything.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/c929edd960e5d090c1ee5f24775641554edb0aa4ad7c498e8f0f7133abcbf6f3.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' close-up of smiling children pexels title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>I had just put the kids into the car and was about to put their lunch bags and backpacks in with them when I saw the bright pink sticky note plastered on the trunk of my husband\u2019s car.\n</p><p>I paused, my heart pounding, and walked over to read it.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/d824cf9ac3444b9b5b3cbde715a2c17f474200db1822faa1095ff0a8c6edd643.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' pink sticky note on a car source: midjourney title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cSit tight,\u201d I told the kids. \u201cI\u2019m coming now! I just want to see what\u2019s on Dad\u2019s car.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cOkay, Mom,\u201d Natasha shouted from the backseat.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/21d571c1c243f675ad9281137e5102cb13926a70e296d9012bf5fac33dc7546e.png%5C%22" alt='\"Children' sitting in a car source: midjourney title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>Sorry, I scratched your car last night. You shouldn\u2019t park on the street though! -Neighbor from 283. This is my number in case you need anything!\n</p><p>Confusion and nausea washed over me. We don\u2019t live near a house with that number, and my husband, Thomas, always parked in our garage.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/bknews11.store%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/07%5C/91-4-735x400.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cWhat was it?\u201d my daughter asked when I slid into the driver\u2019s seat.\n</p><p>\u201cNothing, honey,\u201d I said. \u201cJust a piece of paper that got stuck on Dad\u2019s car.\u201d\n</p><p>Tom had just returned from a business trip this morning, so his car should have been parked at the airport the entire weekend.\n</p><p>My mind raced, and a sinking feeling settled in my stomach.\n</p><p>I knew that something was about to change.\n</p><p>\u201cEnjoy your day, babies!\u201d I said as the kids got out of the car at drop-off.\n</p><p>\u201cDon\u2019t forget, we have to make cookies for school tomorrow,\u201d Natasha reminded me. \u201cWe need like sixty cookies, Mom.\u201d\n</p><p>I left the kids and drove to the grocery store, needing to get everything for the cookies that we needed to bake.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/e65fc5e2662368693d33a18404cd593e9458c18243bffb152f2a4240e82f5ddc.png%5C%22" alt='\"An' aisle in a grocery store source: midjourney title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cCan I help you, ma\u2019am?\u201d a young woman asked me as I walked up and down the baking aisle. She tied the grocery store\u2019s apron tightly onto her.\n</p><p>\u201cNo, thank you,\u201d I said absentmindedly. \u201cI\u2019m just browsing.\u201d\n</p><p>But my mind just couldn\u2019t stay focused at all. What was Thomas playing at?\n</p><p>I filled up the cart as I went up and down the aisle, getting enough ingredients for everything we needed and then paid.\n</p><p>Then, I decided to call Thomas and just check in.\n</p><p>\u201cHi, honey,\u201d I said the moment he picked up.\n</p><p>\u201cHey, Sierra,\u201d he said. \u201cAre you okay? I\u2019m just getting into a meeting now. I\u2019ll speak to you later.\u201d\n</p><p>And he cut the call.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/d1a011bd43dbad0623059cd4e3895a2999054c6e86b7e6ff311b38efa7cb3b4a.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman using her phone source: pexels title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cWhat on earth is going on?\u201d I said aloud as I picked up gummy worms for Jake, my son.\n</p><p>Later, I picked up the kids and made toasted sandwiches while Natasha and I baked for her class.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/e1328d51f9eb1fabc91eae8e2656be54022a561a9e79de96c58a4c3f81be7f21.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' child holding a plate of toast source: pexels title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cIs everything okay, Mom?\u201d Natasha asked, mixing in the chocolate chips. \u201cYou\u2019re not helping Jake with homework.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cEverything is fine,\u201d I said, turning my focus back to my children.\n</p><p>But still, my mind raced and I couldn\u2019t shut it off. I was distracted and unable to stop the conspiracies that plagued my mind.\n</p><p>That evening, after tucking the kids into bed, I dialed the number on the note. The phone rang twice before a cheerful voice answered.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/1355a7dffe922479f49165946f97566a23e63ab1c28b8705ecdb8906793d476d.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' little girl tucked in bed source: pexels title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cHello, is this house 283?\u201d I asked, nervously.\n</p><p>\u201cYes!\u201d the woman said. \u201cWho am I speaking to?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cSierra,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, but I found your note on my husband\u2019s car this morning. Can you tell me more about the incident?\u201d\n</p><p>There was a brief pause.\n</p><p>\u201cOh, yes, I\u2019m Jane. I\u2019m really sorry about that. I accidentally scratched his car when I was parking last night. I live at 283 Elm Street. Are you new to the neighborhood?\u201d\n</p><p>My heart pounded.\n</p><p>\u201cNo, no,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m sure Thomas was just visiting a friend. Don\u2019t worry about the scratch, I saw the car. It\u2019s all good!\u201d\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/bf8941a1773628ee4ea8a34be2fd98665669296ac26e3b352a5ef05a3e4a81f8.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' parked car source: pexels title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cOh, are you sure?\u201d she asked. \u201cI\u2019m sure that the insurance will cover it.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m sure,\u201d I said, turning to look out the window. \u201cBut can you tell me where exactly he was parked?\u201d\n</p><p>There was silence for a moment.\n</p><p>When Jane spoke, her voice was softer.\n</p><p>\u201cHe was parked right outside my house. There\u2019s a small park across the street, and next to it, is a woman\u2019s house. I\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said.\n</p><p>\u201cThank you, Jane,\u201d I said.\n</p><p>I hung up, my mind reeling. Thomas had lied to me. He wasn\u2019t on a business trip. He hadn\u2019t even left the car at the airport.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/ffd26f72c8372f70e35edfc561ad0ea5e20a896217ed3f3da46fb110d66711c5.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' house with a garden source: midjourney title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>Instead, he was at some woman\u2019s house.\n</p><p>I didn\u2019t want to confront my husband yet. I needed proof first. So, I got into bed beside him and forced myself to fall asleep.\n</p><p>The next morning, I gave the kids cereal for breakfast while trying to decide my next move.\n</p><p>After dropping them off at school, I drove to Elm Street. According to the GPS, it was about twenty minutes away from me. I looked for the park and the house next door.\n</p><p>Before doing anything else, I knocked on the door. A few moments later, a woman in her thirties opened the door.\n</p><p>\u201cHi, can I help you?\u201d she asked.\n</p><p>\u201cMy name is Sierra,\u201d I said. \u201cI believe my husband, Thomas, was with you this weekend?\u201d\n</p><p>Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hand.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/eb3d9dadcd593589f9d379ecead6e77788fed2caf509e2db8d3f0370d0fa1892.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' white front door source: midjourney title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cOh, my God. I had no idea he was married. Please, come in. I\u2019m Mary.\u201d\n</p><p>My heart ached, and my wedding ring seemed to get tighter around my finger.\n</p><p>\u201cHe didn\u2019t mention us? His family?\u201d I asked.\n</p><p>Mary shook her head.\n</p><p>\u201cNo, he told me he was single. We met at a local market, and we\u2019ve been seeing each other for a few months now. But he did say that work has been hectic recently. So we haven\u2019t seen each other very often.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cMary, I need your help. I need evidence of his infidelity for my divorce lawyer. I can\u2019t stay married to a man like this, especially with my kids. Can you help me?\u201d\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/5e6e03da14444ce92a1b6a98a5e41ae6d08ebf14b9778a6b3cdd1db2c7b044e3.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"People' at a farmer market source: unsplash title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>Mary looked at me with determination.\n</p><p>\u201cOf course,\u201d she said. \u201cWe need to catch him in the act.\u201d\n</p><p>Later that evening, Mary was going to text Thomas and invite him over. She told him that she really wanted them to have dinner together at home.\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019ll tell him that I cooked,\u201d she told me as I left her home. \u201cThat usually gets him here.\u201d\n</p><p>I left the kids with my mother and drove to Mary\u2019s house, ready to catch Thomas in the act. When he arrived, Mary kissed him at the door.\n</p><p>My stomach turned, but I snapped the picture anyway. Then, I stepped out of my hiding place.\n</p><p>\u201cThomas,\u201d I demanded. \u201cWhat the hell is this?\u201d\n</p><p>His face turned pale.\n</p><p>\u201cSierra, what are you doing here?\u201d\n</p><p>Mary crossed her arms, glaring at him.\n</p><p>\u201cYou lied to both of us, Thomas,\u201d she said. \u201cHow could you? And you have children?\u201d\n</p><p>He stammered, trying to find the right words, but there were none.\n</p><p>\u201cIt\u2019s not what it looks like,\u201d he finally managed to say.\n</p><p>\u201cSave it,\u201d I said, holding my camera. \u201cI have all the proof I need. I\u2019m ready to file for divorce.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cSierra, please,\u201d he said, trying to follow me to the car.\n</p><p>I brushed him off and got in, ready to head home to my children.\n</p><p>In the following weeks, Mary and I became unlikely friends, bonded by our shared betrayal. The most surprising thing was how quickly my children got attached to her.\n</p><p>On the day that the papers were finally signed, I felt the biggest sense of relief and empowerment.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/a069018cbc9e42cd932b68fcc1a0601b8201c8c8674f0da07d9de81b20cd4265.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"Two' woman sitting together source: unsplash title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>Sure, my heart was broken, and so was my home. But as I was trying to fix myself, my children stepped in, ready to fill my life with the joy that only children can.\n</p><p>As for Thomas? He moved back in with his parents. He didn\u2019t even put up a fight to make things better.\n</p><p>What would you have done?\n</p><p><em><strong>Note: This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. 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