I Heard My Husband Say Another Woman’s Name in His Sleep for Three Weeks – So I Made the Call He Never Expected

The phone rang three times before she picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” I said. “I’m Jake’s wife.”

There was a long, heavy pause on the other end.

“How do you know my husband?” I pressed.

The woman cleared her throat.

I dialed Marlena’s number.

Her voice was calm and controlled. “We work in the same office. That’s all I can really say.”

“That’s all you can say?” I felt a surge of heat go up my neck. “If you just work together, then why has he been shouting your name in his sleep for the last month? Why is he coming home at ten o’clock every night?”

“He’s been calling my name in his sleep?”

She let out a short, sharp bark of laughter. “I really can’t talk about this with you. You should speak to your husband.”

And then the line went dead.

“We work in the same office.”

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

If she were his mistress, she probably would have denied knowing him. If she were just some random person, she would have sounded confused.

Instead, she sounded… careful. Like she was reading from a script.

I realized right then that I wasn’t going to get the truth by asking for it. I’d already tried that.

I needed to see what was happening with my own eyes.

If she were his mistress, she probably would have denied knowing him.

Around noon, I drove down to his office building.

I stopped at a deli on the way and picked up a brown bag of lunch — sandwiches, chips, the whole bit. I needed a reason to be there.

The receptionist looked up and gave me a practiced smile.

“Hi. I’m here to see Jake,” I said, holding up the bag. “I brought him some lunch. A little surprise.”

She tapped on her keyboard for a second. “He’s in his office, tucked away at the end of the hall. Go right on up.”

I drove down to his office building.

The elevator ride felt like it took an hour. My stomach was doing backflips. What was I going to find? Was Marlena going to be sitting on his desk? Was I about to blow up my entire life?

I reached his door and took a deep breath.

I knocked softly.

“Yeah?” Jake’s voice came through the wood. He sounded distracted, tired.

I pushed the door open.

“Surprise.”