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My Husband Has Been Hiding a Single Leather Glove — When I Found Out What He Used It For, I Went Pale

Junie Sihlangu
Sep 26, 2024
09:25 A.M.

In my 31 years of life, I didn't expect to have marital problems with my husband, partly due to a strange item I found in our house. His actions almost caused the end of our relationship, but his remorse and willingness to change saved us!

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A few days ago, I stood in our bedroom, folding Mark's freshly washed shirts while cleaning, when I saw something odd in the back of his closet. At first glance, it looked like a pile of old shoes and forgotten jackets, but then I noticed something sticking out from beneath a crumpled winter coat... something that changed our lives forever.

A shocked woman holding a coat | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman holding a coat | Source: Midjourney

It was a single black leather glove. I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. It was a nice glove, sleek and well-worn. But there was only one. My mind raced with questions. Who hides just one glove? And why?

"Mark?" I called as I walked out to the living room where he sat, flipping through the channels. "I found something in your closet."

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He looked up, his face blank. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

With a confused look on my face, I held the glove up. "This. Where's the other one?"

A shocked woman holding up a gloved hand | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman holding up a gloved hand | Source: Midjourney

His reaction was immediate... too immediate.

He stood up, almost knocking over the remote. "That old thing? It's not mine. It must've been from a guest. You know how people leave things behind sometimes."

I stared at him, knowing full well that we hadn't had guests in months.

"A guest, huh?" I said slowly. "And they just left one glove behind?" I questioned him suspiciously.

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Mark shrugged, but there was something off in his expression. He wasn't meeting my eyes.

"I didn't notice it until now. Maybe I threw out the other one."

I knew him too well. That little twitch near his jaw? That was his tell. He was lying!

A guilty-looking man frowning | Source: Midjourney

A guilty-looking man frowning | Source: Midjourney

I didn't press him on it then, partly because I didn't want to start an argument over something as ridiculous as a glove. But that nagging feeling wouldn't leave me alone. The truth was, in all the years we've been married, this was the strangest he'd ever acted.

Those who know my husband know how pretty straightforward he is. But lately, I've noticed something weird going on. He's been acting a little... off. You know how sometimes you just feel that something's wrong, despite there being no obvious sign? That's been me for weeks.

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A suspicious woman | Source: Pexels

A suspicious woman | Source: Pexels

This glove seemed like a symbol of something bigger.

As the days passed, I found myself fixated on it. Whenever I saw my husband, I studied him closely, watching for any hint of deception. Was he hiding something bigger? Was there something he wasn't telling me? And why lie about something as small as a glove?

One night, when he came home late from work, I tried again. "Mark, about the glove…"

He shot me a look, his tone too sharp. "What about it? I already told you, it's not mine and it isn't a big deal. Drop it, okay?"

An annoyed man reacting to someone | Source: Midjourney

An annoyed man reacting to someone | Source: Midjourney

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After that rebuff, that was when I started to REALLY worry! Why was he getting defensive? Something wasn't right, and I needed to figure out what! Over the next few days, every time I saw my 33-year-old husband, I tried to spot other signs that would prove something might be going on.

I looked for clues, but he wasn't giving anything up and would frown darkly at me when he noticed me staring, leaving the glove a mystery. My mind started telling me that something sinister might be happening, but I wasn't prepared for what I eventually uncovered.

A worried woman thinking | Source: Midjourney

A worried woman thinking | Source: Midjourney

The breaking point came a few days later...

I was at home, folding laundry after breakfast, when I saw Mark slip out into the backyard. He usually only went outside to barbecue or work on a project, but this time he moved with purpose, like he didn't want to be seen.

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Curiosity piqued, I followed him quietly, keeping my distance.

I watched as he fumbled with something in his pocket. At first, I couldn't make out what it was, but then I saw the flicker of a flame.

My heart sank...

A woman in her backyard | Source: Midjourney

A woman in her backyard | Source: Midjourney

Mark was lighting a cigarette, his face tense, and there, on his hand, was a black leather glove.

It all clicked in an instant! The glove wasn't just some forgotten item; he was using it to cover up the smell of cigarettes on his hand!

I felt a wave of emotions crash over me. He had promised me before our wedding, five years ago, that he would quit smoking. My father had died of lung cancer, and my husband knew how much that had scarred me.

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It was one of the few things I had been adamant about: no smoking. He had agreed, swearing that he would never touch another cigarette after being a smoker since his late teenage years.

A shocked man holding a cigarette with a black leather glove | Source: Midjourney

A shocked man holding a cigarette with a black leather glove | Source: Midjourney

But here he was, hiding in the backyard, using a leather glove to keep his secret.

No longer caring about being subtle, I confronted him. "Mark! What the hell are you doing?!"

He jumped, dropping the cigarette and quickly stamping it out. "Bethany, I—"

"Don't LIE to me," I cut him off, my voice shaking. "You've been smoking again, haven't you? And you've been hiding it from me, using this stupid glove to cover it up!"

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He didn't try to deny it. His shoulders sagged, and he ran a hand through his hair.

A guilty man being confronted | Source: Midjourney

A guilty man being confronted | Source: Midjourney

"I didn't want to upset you, okay? I know what I promised, but things at work have been so stressful these past few months, and I just... I needed something to take the edge off."

I crossed my arms, furious and hurt, but also relieved that it was nothing sinister.

"So you thought lying to me was better than just telling me the truth? You know how much this means to me, Mark. My dad..."

"I know," he interrupted, his voice thick with guilt. "I know what your dad went through, and I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to hurt you. I just didn't want you to be disappointed in me."

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A remorseful man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

A remorseful man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

I stared at him, feeling a mix of anger and sadness.

"You think I'm disappointed? I'm not just disappointed, babe... I'm hurt. You lied to me, and you've been sneaking around like this. What else are you hiding?"

"Nothing," he insisted, stepping closer. "It's just the cigarettes. I swear."

There was a long, tense silence between us. I wanted to believe him, but the trust had been shattered. He had promised me once, and now he was promising me again. But how could I be sure?

"We need to talk," I said, my voice quiet but firm.

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A serious woman | Source: Pexels

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We sat down at the kitchen table, the air thick with tension. For the first time in weeks, my husband seemed genuinely remorseful. His usual confident demeanor crumbled under the weight of his guilt.

"I should've told you," he admitted, his hands fidgeting on the table. "But I didn't want to break my promise. I thought I could handle it on my own, that I'd stop before you found out."

I shook my head. "You don't get it. It's not just about the smoking, Mark. It's about the fact that you felt like you couldn't talk to me. You hid it from me instead of coming to me when things got tough. That's what hurts."

An upset woman talking to someone | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman talking to someone | Source: Midjourney

He looked up, his eyes filled with regret.

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"You're right. I screwed up. I was afraid of letting you down, and I ended up doing exactly that. But I don't want to keep secrets from you anymore."

I sighed, my frustration slowly giving way to exhaustion.

"I don't want you to feel like you can't be honest with me. We're supposed to be a team. If something's wrong, we need to face it together. You don't have to hide from me."

Mark reached across the table, taking my hand in his. "I'll quit," he said, his voice steady. "For real this time. No more lies. No more sneaking around. I'll quit for good."

A sincere man apologizing | Source: Midjourney

A sincere man apologizing | Source: Midjourney

I wanted to believe him, and a part of me did. But another part of me was still wary, still stung by the fact that he had kept this from me for so long.

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"We'll see," I said softly, squeezing his hand. "But we have to rebuild the trust. This can't happen again."

He nodded, his expression somber. "I know. And I'll do whatever it takes to make it right."

As we sat there in the quiet of our kitchen, I realized that our marriage wasn't perfect, and it never would be. But if we could get through this; if we could be honest with each other, even when it was hard, then maybe we stood a chance at making it stronger.

A sad man sitting at a kitchen table | Source: Midjourney

A sad man sitting at a kitchen table | Source: Midjourney

After our long talk, which included him getting actual help with quitting his addiction, I had hope that he'd stick to it this time. But the whole situation left me with a bitter taste. I learned an important lesson from our ordeal: secrets in a marriage are never good, no matter how small.

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A woman deep in thought | Source: Midjourney

A woman deep in thought | Source: Midjourney

My tale isn't the only one that involved betrayal. Alexis was forced into an arranged marriage and didn't know what to expect when she got into it. After marrying her husband, he forbade her from entering one room in their shared mansion. What they both didn't know was that the truth about the room would bring them closer than ever before.

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. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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