Clearing out the attic seemed like a quick task. I didn’t realize it would set off events that would flip my life upside down! My husband, Jeff, exploded in anger when he thought I’d thrown away an old jacket. That jacket held secrets I never imagined, unraveling everything I believed about our marriage.
It was a cool fall afternoon when I finally tackled the attic. For years, it was a storage space for everything—holiday decorations, toys, and clothes we hadn’t touched in years. I’d been meaning to clear it out for ages, but what I found would change everything.
The attic clean-out had been delayed many times. Jeff often said most of it was junk. Last year, he even mentioned that his old high school jacket could be tossed, as it lay buried in a stack of boxes.
With that in mind, I began sorting. I found a broken lamp, stacks of the kids’ old projects, and Jeff’s jacket. I barely glanced at it before throwing it in the “dump” pile. It was worn and had a stale smell. Hardly a cherished item!
Later that night, we sat down for dinner. The aroma of roasted chicken filled the air, but something felt wrong. Jeff, my husband of twenty years, was strangely quiet. He barely ate, so I tried to break the ice.
“I tackled the attic today,” I said, hoping to lighten the mood. “I got rid of a bunch of our old stuff.”
Jeff froze, his fork suspended mid-air. “What stuff?” he snapped, his voice sharp, eyes wide as if I’d announced a disaster.
“Just some old things from the attic. Why?” I replied, trying to stay casual, but his sudden panic made my heart race.
Without answering, he shoved his chair back, nearly toppling it, and dashed upstairs. Confused, I stayed behind, listening as he frantically rummaged through boxes, muttering angrily to himself.
Minutes later, he stormed back down, fists clenched and eyes blazing. “Where’s my old school jacket?” His voice was low, intense, and his face radiated tension.
“I probably threw it out,” I said. “It was in the trash pile.”
His face turned pale, his temple throbbing. “You threw it out?” he roared, shaking with anger. “I said throw away junk, not the jacket!”
I stood there, shocked and scared. “Jeff, last year you called that jacket trash! You even said it belonged in the dump!”
He let out a bitter laugh that chilled me. “Well, guess what? Marrying you was a curse!”
His words struck like a slap. Before I could respond, he grabbed his keys and stormed out, speeding away in his car.
I was stunned, frozen in place! But something in me said to follow him. I grabbed my purse, jumped into my car, and raced after him, my heart racing. Where could he be going in such a rage?
When he pulled into the entrance of the local dump, things started to make sense. The jacket! He came to find it. But why? There had to be more to it than nostalgia. And why did he call our marriage a curse?
I parked and hurried after him, spotting him frantically digging through piles of garbage. I’d never seen him like this—so desperate, so wild! My heart raced as I walked up to him.
“Jeff, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He paused and looked at me, his face pale. “Because, Stacy,” he hissed, “I was saving fifty thousand dollars. For us… to buy a new house.”
I took a step back, stunned. Fifty thousand? In that ratty old jacket?
His words echoed in my mind. “For us.” A knot tightened in my stomach. Something didn’t feel right.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, trying to stay calm.
“I didn’t think I had to!” he snapped, turning back to his frantic search. “I was going to surprise you. Now it’s gone because of you!”
At the time, I didn’t know he was hiding even more from me—or what else he was doing behind my back.
I played along, watching him dig through trash, his hands filthy. I felt torn inside. His story didn’t add up, but I couldn’t figure out why.
After hours of searching, we didn’t find the jacket. Jeff slumped down in defeat, refusing to look at me.
We drove home in silence, lost in our own thoughts. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Once home, Jeff went straight to the bedroom without a word.
I sat on the couch, staring at the wall. What was with that jacket? Why did he act this way? Was there really money in it?
An hour later, I heard Jeff’s voice, low and quiet, coming from the bedroom. I crept to the door, leaning in to hear him.
“I don’t have the money anymore,” Jeff said. “She threw it out with the jacket!”
My breath caught. “No, it wasn’t for her,” he continued. “It was for the house… for us, like we planned.”
A chill ran through me. “Us?” He wasn’t talking about me. He was talking about someone else!
I pushed open the door, unable to hold back my anger. “WHO are you talking to, Jeff?”
His face turned pale, phone still in his hand. “Stacy… I…”
“No,” I interrupted. “Who were you buying a house with?”
He didn’t answer, just stared at me, mouth opening and closing.
But I didn’t need him to answer. I already knew. There was someone else. Someone waiting for that fifty thousand dollars.
“I’m filing for divorce,” I said, my voice steady. “The kids and everyone will know who you really are. You called me useless to your mistress, Jeff…”
It all clicked.
Jeff’s face twisted in anger, but I didn’t stick around to hear his excuses. I walked out without looking back.
A month after the divorce, I was back in the attic since I’d won the house in the settlement. With everything that had happened, I hadn’t returned to the attic, but I needed my old sewing machine for a project.
While going through the boxes, I felt something soft and familiar. There, at the bottom of a box I’d missed, was Jeff’s old jacket.
I froze, pulling it out in disbelief. I hadn’t thrown it away after all!
With shaking hands, I checked the inside pocket, and there it was—the fifty thousand dollars, neatly folded, just where he’d hidden it.
But this time, I didn’t need to tell anyone. No need to share. Jeff had made his choices, and now I was making mine. I kept the money, my heart racing at what it meant for my future.
This time, it was my secret to keep.
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