While we were eating at the buffet, I unexpectedly saw my husband’s car in the parking lot… I thought a business meeting was actually a secret dinner that would ruin our marriage.

I was choosing dessert from the buffet station, I glanced into the restaurant’s wide mirror.

That was when I saw a vehicle I knew too well.

A black SUV.

A small scratch on the left side.

A customized plate number.

Raymond’s car.

I frowned.

It could not be.

That morning, he had told me he was in Tagaytay for an overnight executive meeting.

I looked again.

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