THE WOMAN UNLOCKED MY APARTMENT WITH A KEY, CLAIMING MY HUSBAND INVITED HER, BUT WHEN SHE SAW HIM, SHE ASKED, ‘WHO’S THAT?’

A woman showed up at my apartment, unlocked the door with a key, and claimed that my husband had invited her over. But when she saw him, her face changed, and she asked, “Who’s that?” I was left stunned and confused.

I had no idea who this woman was, and she definitely wasn’t someone I recognized. My husband, who was standing right next to me, seemed equally perplexed by her question. It didn’t take long for me to realize that something was off. The woman didn’t seem to know him at all, and the situation only grew more bizarre as she started acting as though she had been in the wrong place. After a few awkward exchanges, she quickly left, but the whole incident left me shaken.

I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more to the story—something my husband wasn’t telling me. I knew I needed answers.

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