The Unknown Caller

Summary

I found 21 calls to a strange number on my wife’s phone bill.

Bursting into the bathroom, I confronted her—shampoo bubbles in her hair, exasperation on her face. "Call the damn number yourself if you think I’m cheating!"

I did. A cheerful male voice answered: "Welcome to The Grove."

Mortified, I apologized and hung up. Later, I tipped the manager, praising the "male receptionist." He frowned. "We only have female staff."

That night, I checked her dashcam. Footage led me to a high-rise—registered under her mother’s name.

A man in a towel opened the door.

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