Minha esposa me expulsou de casa por causa da confissão repentina do meu diretor – História do dia

Minha esposa me expulsou depois que recebi uma carta inesperada do diretor. Mas isso não foi o pior.

Meu nome é Christopher, e encontrei o amor da minha vida há meio ano. Ela é uma mulher de 30 anos, além de linda e inteligente.

Sou um profissional de TI comum que trabalha em uma empresa liderada por uma mulher de 30 anos e, nos últimos três anos, temos trabalhado juntos em um projeto de grande escala que exigiu muito de nós, intelectualmente e em termos de trabalho.

Minha esposa jogou minhas coisas para fora de casa. | Foto: Shutterstock

Minha esposa jogou minhas coisas para fora de casa. | Foto: Shutterstock

Este projeto deveria continuar por mais um ano e, se bem-sucedido, daria um impulso significativo às nossas carreiras. Eu definitivamente aproveitaria isso, pois significaria uma promoção ou talvez até melhores ofertas.

Eu ganhava o suficiente, é claro, mas em algum momento no passado, percebi que não se tratava mais do lucro para mim, mas sim do que eu podia fazer pelas pessoas para ajudá-las a resolver seus problemas — os técnicos, pelo menos.

Há poucos meses, minha diretora fez uma confissão que detalhava seus sentimentos por mim, e quando digo detalhada, é exatamente isso. Ela fez essa confissão por meio de um longo e-mail que recebi num sábado à noite — ela tinha bebido.

Dizer que fiquei chocado seria um eufemismo, porque eu jamais imaginaria que algo assim me aconteceria em um milhão de anos. Para mim, esse tipo de coisa se limitava a novelas.

Eu estava lendo a correspondência do meu chefe. | Foto: Getty Images

Eu estava lendo a correspondência do meu chefe. | Foto: Getty Images

No e-mail, minha diretora revelou que estava apaixonada por mim durante a maior parte dos três anos em que trabalhamos juntos. Pensando bem, admito que ela pode ter me deixado algumas dicas, mas sempre achei que era o jeito dela de ser gentil e atenciosa.

Depois de ler o e-mail, chamei minha esposa para o meu espaço de trabalho, que era basicamente uma sala dedicada a todo o meu trabalho com tecnologia. Lá, ficam meus computadores e algumas comodidades que me permitiam trabalhar sem sair da minha zona de conforto.

Quando ela chegou, sentei-me com ela e contei-lhe sobre o e-mail interessante que acabara de receber do meu chefe.

“Você está demitido?!” ela adivinhou.

Por que ela pensaria isso?

“Claro que não”, respondi. “Olha só isso.”

Eu disse à minha esposa que ela precisava verificar o e-mail. | Foto: Getty Images

Eu disse à minha esposa que ela precisava verificar o e-mail. | Foto: Getty Images

Ela leu o e-mail, mas apenas riu e voltou ao que estava fazendo antes de eu chamá-la. Depois disso, tudo ficou bem por um tempo, mas depois de uma semana, comecei a notar que ela evitava falar comigo.

Usei todos os truques possíveis para descobrir por que ela estava me ignorando, mas ela sempre dizia que estava tudo bem.

Mais uma semana se passou antes que ela finalmente se abrisse, e quando o fez, eu desejei ardentemente não ter insistido para saber. Naquele dia, ela me chamou de Christopher, então eu sabia que ela estava falando sério.

“Você precisa largar seu emprego”, ela disse.

Minha esposa me disse que eu precisava parar. | Foto: Getty Images

Minha esposa me disse que eu precisava parar. | Foto: Getty Images

Fiquei tão atordoado que esqueci que estava de boca aberta e, quando me recuperei, não consegui parar de rir, o que, pensando bem, provavelmente foi uma péssima ideia.

“Isso acabaria com a minha carreira, querida”, eu disse descontraidamente.

Realmente não era uma opção que eu pudesse considerar. Preferiria que esse cenário nunca tivesse surgido, porque meu projeto, que consumiu muitos recursos e tempo, está em jogo.

Eu não tinha receio de que meu diretor forçasse a situação ou deixasse que isso afetasse nosso trabalho; nós dois sabíamos o que estava em jogo. Além disso, o e-mail parecia uma mulher desabafando, o que não posso contestar, pois faria o mesmo no lugar dela.

Fiquei chocado com a sugestão da minha esposa de que eu pedisse demissão. | Foto: Getty Images

Fiquei chocado com a sugestão da minha esposa de que eu pedisse demissão. | Foto: Getty Images

É verdade que eu teria que pensar muito sobre como prosseguir com a dinâmica de trabalho, mas abandonar nosso projeto não era uma opção.

Tentei explicar isso para minha esposa, mas ela já tinha se decidido, e, cara, como ela era teimosa. Então, mais uma semana se passou, e minha esposa alternava entre ficar furiosa e me dar gelo. Ela também sugeriu várias vezes que eu saísse de casa para ficar com minha diretora, já que eu já passava muito tempo com ela.

E hoje, quando decidi ir para casa na hora do almoço, descobri que as fechaduras tinham sido trocadas e meus pertences estavam no pátio. Meu número do trabalho e meu celular estavam bloqueados no celular dela, então não consegui falar com ela também. Voltei ao trabalho num turbilhão de raiva. Como ela pôde fazer isso?

Tentei falar com a minha esposa, mas sem sucesso. | Foto: Getty Images

Tentei falar com a minha esposa, mas sem sucesso. | Foto: Getty Images

Ela me ligou vários dias depois, depois de me deixar em paz, e confessou que se sentia extremamente ansiosa cada vez que eu ia ao escritório, e tudo isso a sobrecarregou, levando-a a tomar essa decisão drástica. Ela também me deu um ultimato.

“Chris, você pode voltar assim que deixar seu emprego”, ela disse.

“Essa opção ainda está fora de cogitação!”, quase gritei.

Eu não conseguia largar meu emprego. | Foto: Getty Images

Eu não conseguia largar meu emprego. | Foto: Getty Images

Depois de conversar com minha família sobre a confusão, lembrei-me de que eu era dono da casa da qual fui despejado. Então, comecei a ficar de olho na casa e, assim que ela saiu para a loja uma tarde, chamei um chaveiro para me ajudar a entrar.

Quando ela voltou, ficou furiosa ao me ver na sala. Gritou comigo e pediu que eu saísse de casa até entregar minha carta de demissão.

Contei a ela que havia notificado minha família sobre o que estava acontecendo e que eles insistiram no divórcio. Também contei que planejava ir ao tribunal no dia seguinte para entrar com o pedido e que ela tinha alguns dias para arrumar as malas.

Eu disse a ela que tinha terminado. | Foto: Getty Images

Eu disse a ela que tinha terminado. | Foto: Getty Images

O que podemos aprender com a história?

  • Confiança é recíproca. A esposa de Christopher não confiava nele e estava muito preocupada com a possibilidade de ele ceder ao convite aparentemente aberto do diretor. Ele confiou que ela não reagiria exageradamente quando lhe mostrasse a carta, mas ela se recusou a confiar nele para lidar com a situação, e isso pôs fim à união deles.
  • Em caso de dúvida, ligue para a família. Christopher procurou a família quando as coisas ficaram complicadas, e eles o ajudaram a se virar, fazendo-o perceber que a casa da qual foi expulso era, na verdade, sua. Com o apoio deles, ele optou pelo divórcio, encerrando efetivamente o drama.

Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos e familiares. Ela pode alegrar o dia deles e inspirá-los.

Se você gostou desta história, talvez goste desta sobre uma garota que deixou o namorado por causa do trabalho dele.

Este relato é inspirado na história de nossa leitora, mas escrito por uma escritora profissional. Todos os nomes foram alterados para proteger suas identidades e garantir a privacidade. 

I Couldn’t Get Why My Husband Spends So Much Time in the Bathroom Until I Saw a Video in His Phone

When I knocked on the bathroom door and heard my husband’s strained voice, I knew something wasn’t right. But nothing could have prepared me for the real reason he’d been hiding behind that locked door for months.

I’ve always considered myself lucky. Liam and I have been married for 25 years, and for the most part, life has been… comfortable. We had our ups and downs, like any couple, but we were solid.

A loving couple having a conversation | Source: Midjourney

A loving couple having a conversation | Source: Midjourney

At least, that’s what I used to think. Lately, things have felt different. Not the obvious kind of different: no big fights or dramatic shifts, but small changes, the kind that make you second-guess your own instincts.

The strangest of all? Liam’s sudden obsession with the bathroom.

Liam’s never been the type to spend much time in there. If anything, I’ve always teased him for how quickly he could be in and out, joking that he was some kind of efficiency expert. But about six months ago, he started taking his time. Really taking his time.

A man looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror | Source: Midjourney

A man looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror | Source: Midjourney

It wasn’t just a few extra minutes; he’d disappear for hours. At first, I shrugged it off. “Maybe he’s just getting older,” I told myself. Everyone deserves a bit of alone time. I didn’t want to be one of those wives, nagging over every little thing.

But then the noises started.

One night, as I was folding laundry on the bed, I heard a dull thud. I paused, listening carefully. There it was again: this time, a low grunt, followed by what sounded like heavy breathing.

A stunned woman standing in her room | Source: Midjourney

A stunned woman standing in her room | Source: Midjourney

I stood up, hesitating in the hallway before knocking softly. “Liam?” I called through the door, trying to keep my tone casual. “Everything alright in there?”

There was a pause. “Yeah, just… taking my time,” he replied, his voice slightly strained.

I frowned but didn’t push further. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well? But days turned into weeks, and his bathroom sessions grew longer. He’d spend more time behind that locked door, and with each passing day, I found myself growing more and more uneasy.

A woman looks curious and concerned while sitting in her room | Source: Midjourney

A woman looks curious and concerned while sitting in her room | Source: Midjourney

It wasn’t just the time that bothered me; it was the secrecy. He had started locking the door every time, something he never used to do. When I casually asked him about it one morning over coffee, he shrugged it off with a nonchalant, “Can’t a guy have some privacy?”

I tried not to let it get to me, but curiosity gnawed at me, especially with the strange sounds. “Privacy for what exactly?” I muttered under my breath one night. That’s when I started to worry something more was going on.

A man standing in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

One evening, after yet another long, locked bathroom session, I couldn’t help myself anymore. “Liam, why are you always in there for so long?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

He looked at me, irritated. “Why do you always have to ask about it? I just… I can’t do it faster, okay?”

“Do what faster?” I asked, baffled.

“Just leave it alone, Naomi,” he snapped, storming back into the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

A man sitting in a bathroom | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting in a bathroom | Source: Midjourney

I tried to let it go, but every night, as I lay in bed listening to those strange noises coming from the bathroom, I felt my imagination running wild. Was he hiding something? Was he in trouble?

The thought of him keeping secrets from me, after all these years, made my stomach churn. I considered every possibility, even the worst ones: was he seeing someone else?

Then, everything changed one afternoon. Liam had locked himself in the bathroom again, and I was in the kitchen when his phone buzzed on the counter.

A smartphone lying on a counter | Source: Midjourney

A smartphone lying on a counter | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at it absentmindedly, expecting some work message or a news alert. But no: it was his mom, Meredith, calling.

“Liam, your mom’s calling!” I called out, tapping on the countertop impatiently.

There was a grunt from the bathroom. “Can you get it? I’m busy!” His voice was muffled, strained.

I hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone. “Hello, Meredith,” I said, trying to keep the conversation short. After a quick exchange about her upcoming doctor’s appointment, we hung up.

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

But just as I went to lock the phone, something caught my eye — an open video on the screen. The thumbnail showed it was recorded just an hour ago.

My heart raced. Before I could stop myself, I clicked play. And as the video started, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

There was Liam in the bathroom, wearing workout clothes, of all things… exercising? He was in the middle of doing push-ups, sweat dripping down his face, groaning with each rep.

A man exercising in a bathroom | Source: Midjourney

A man exercising in a bathroom | Source: Midjourney

Then he switched to sit-ups, breathing heavily, pushing himself like I’d never seen him do before.

My first reaction was relief. So that’s what had been going on in there? My imagination had gone to the darkest places, and here he was… doing some awkward yoga poses. I actually chuckled, a combination of amusement and disbelief bubbling up.

I marched down the hall, heart still racing, and knocked on the bathroom door, harder this time. “Liam! Open the door. We need to talk.”

A woman looking at the closed bathroom door in her room | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking at the closed bathroom door in her room | Source: Midjourney

There was silence on the other side, and I could almost feel his hesitation through the thick wood. “I’m, uh, kinda busy right now,” he finally muttered, his voice breathless.

I wasn’t having it. “Liam. Open. The. Door.”

I heard him shuffle around, and after a beat, the lock clicked. The door creaked open slowly, revealing my husband, flushed, sweaty, and holding a bright green resistance band in one hand. He stared at me, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

A closeup of a green-colored resistance band lying on the floor | Source: Midjourney

A closeup of a green-colored resistance band lying on the floor | Source: Midjourney

“You saw the video, didn’t you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His shoulders slumped as he looked down at the floor.

I crossed my arms, trying to keep my voice calm. “Yeah, I saw it. What on earth is going on?”

Liam sighed deeply, running a hand through his damp hair. “I… I’ve put on weight,” he admitted, his voice heavy with embarrassment. “Nine kilos in the last few months, and I—I felt so ashamed. I thought you might… you know, notice.”

A man looks embarrassed while sitting in his room | Source: Midjourney

A man looks embarrassed while sitting in his room | Source: Midjourney

“Notice what? That you gained a bit of weight? Liam, everyone puts on weight now and then. What does that have to do with locking yourself in the bathroom for hours?” I asked, genuinely confused but feeling a bit of my frustration melt away.

He groaned, rubbing his forehead like a child caught sneaking cookies before dinner. “I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he mumbled. “So I started working out… in secret. I hired this online coach and started doing these bathroom workouts so you wouldn’t… notice how out of shape I’d gotten.”

A man using his phone in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

A man using his phone in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

I blinked, processing his words. “Wait. All this time, you were in here… working out? Not hiding something from me? Not cheating or… God knows what else I thought?” I could feel a mixture of exasperation and relief washing over me.

He nodded, still not meeting my eyes. “I didn’t want you to hear me struggling. It’s embarrassing, okay? I’d be grunting and breathing heavily, and I figured if you knew, you’d worry… or worse, think less of me.”

A man breathing heavily and sweating during a bathroom workout session | Source: Midjourney

A man breathing heavily and sweating during a bathroom workout session | Source: Midjourney

I stared at him, then burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. The sheer absurdity of it all: the hours spent worrying, the secretive looks, the locked doors; all because he was too shy to admit he was working out.

“Liam, you absolute idiot!” I laughed, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “You could’ve just told me. You know I’d support you no matter what!”

A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney

A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney

Liam looked up at me, a sheepish smile starting to break through his embarrassment. “I didn’t want to worry you. I know how much you’ve been dealing with lately: work, my mom’s health, everything. I didn’t want to add to that.”

I shook my head, the last bit of tension fading as I took a step toward him. “Worry me? Liam, you DID worry me. You were acting so strange. My imagination was running wild! I thought you were keeping something serious from me…”

An extremely worried woman | Source: Midjourney

An extremely worried woman | Source: Midjourney

He winced, clearly feeling guilty. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I just — I’ve been feeling bad about myself. And I didn’t want to burden you with that.”

I softened, reaching out to touch his arm. “Liam, we’ve been married 25 years. You don’t have to hide anything from me, especially not this.” I paused, trying to read his face.

“You’re still the same man I married, whether you’ve put on a few kilos or not. Besides, it’s not like I’ve stayed the same size either,” I added with a smirk, patting my belly for emphasis.

A woman smirks while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A woman smirks while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

Liam finally cracked a real smile. “I guess I’ve been a bit ridiculous, huh?”

“Just a little,” I teased, raising an eyebrow. “Next time, instead of locking yourself away, how about we go on a run together? Or, I don’t know, maybe let me in on your secret workout routine?”

He chuckled, the tension fully broken now. “You and me? Doing yoga together?” he joked, his eyes twinkling for the first time in weeks.

A man chuckles while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A man chuckles while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

“Why not? I could use a little stretching,” I said with a grin, then sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted by the emotional rollercoaster of the last few weeks. “But seriously, Liam, no more secrets. Please. You can tell me anything, even if it’s about something like this.”

Liam nodded, looking down at his feet before glancing back up at me. “I will. I promise.”

We stood there for a moment, the air between us lighter now, as if a weight had been lifted. I hadn’t realized how much this situation had weighed on me until it was gone.

A loving couple | Source: Midjourney

A loving couple | Source: Midjourney

Finally, I smiled, shaking my head at him again. “All this time, and it was just you doing push-ups in here?”

Liam laughed, tossing the resistance band aside. “Yeah, and pretty badly, too.”

We both laughed, the sound filling the small bathroom. It was ridiculous, yes, but also a reminder. Sometimes, the things we’re most afraid to admit — the things we think will push people away — are the very things that make us closer.

I squeezed his hand and said softly, “Next time, just let me in, okay?”

“Okay,” he whispered, pulling me into a hug.

A couple hugging | Source: Midjourney

A couple hugging | Source: Midjourney

And in that moment, it was like everything fell back into place.

Ready to dive into another heartwarming story? You’re going to love this one: When Michael returned home early from a business trip, he expected a warm family reunion, not an empty house and eerie silence. His wife was missing, only to be found locked in the cellar, with a shocking story that pointed to a betrayal he never saw coming.

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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