Lies. They are weird things. Creeping up on you, hiding in dark closets, and always hurting someone.

Those are the only thoughts running through my head as I stare at the papers in my hand. Bank reports for an account I never knew my Husband had. Thousands of dollars coming into the account at the beginning of the month and most of it gone by the end. Some of it to our shared bank account, and the rest to another secret account.

When did my husband even buy lottery tickets let alone win? He was always a quiet nice man and we kept quiet lives. Living in our small part of the world raising our kids.

Did he win last year? When he supposedly got a promotion at work? He’s been gone more since then for business trips, overtime work, and office parties.

I startle out of my stupor when I hear his car pull up. I put the bank statements back and leave his office. Should I pretend I don’t know anything? Or should I confront him? The kids lives will be ruined if we divorce. They need us to stay together.