My Husband Took Our Baby for Walks Every Evening—One Night, He Forgot His Phone, So I Followed Him and Discovered His Real Reason

Motherhood had drained every ounce of energy from me, leaving me barely functioning on coffee and catnaps. My husband, Nate, seemed to notice. Every evening, he would take our baby boy, Caleb, out for a walk, giving me a much-needed break. It felt like the sweetest gesture. I trusted him.

Then one night, he forgot his phone at home. I grabbed it, intending to catch up with him on his usual route to return it.

Only to realize… it wasn’t his usual route at all.

Six months into being a mom, I was still adjusting. The transition had been both beautiful and brutal. The sleepless nights, the constant worry, the overwhelming love—it all made my chest ache. But through it all, Nate had been my rock.

“You look exhausted,” he said one evening, stepping through the door after work, his tie loose and sleeves rolled up. He kissed my forehead as I juggled a fussy Caleb on my hip.

“That obvious, huh?” I attempted a laugh, but it came out more like a sigh.

“Here, let me take him.” Nate reached for Caleb, who instantly relaxed against his father’s chest. “Actually, I’ve been thinking. You never get a break, Monica. How about I take him for a walk every evening? It’ll give you some time to yourself.”

I blinked, surprised. “You’d do that?”

“Of course.” His smile was warm, reassuring. “You deserve it. Plus, I miss spending time with the little guy during the day.”

That night, I soaked in a hot bath for the first time in months. The quiet house felt foreign, but I was grateful for my thoughtful husband.

“How was your walk?” I asked when he returned, Caleb sleeping soundly in the stroller.

Nate’s eyes lit up. “Great. Really great. We should make this our thing.”

And so, the routine began. Every evening at 6:30, he’d bundle Caleb into the stroller and head out.

For weeks, this went on. I watched from the window as they disappeared down the street, Nate pushing the stroller with one hand, phone in the other. When he returned, he looked refreshed—too refreshed.

“You really enjoy these walks, don’t you?” I asked one night as he placed Caleb in his crib.

“Best part of my day,” he said, not quite meeting my eyes.

Something about his response made me pause, but I pushed the thought away. I wanted to believe in this version of Nate—the devoted father, the caring husband.

Then came that fateful Wednesday. The night everything unraveled.

Nate had just left with Caleb when his phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. I glanced at the screen. His boss’s name flashed across it.

“He forgot his phone,” I muttered, grabbing my coat. “I can catch up to him… he couldn’t have gone far.”

Stepping outside, I spotted him halfway down the block. I was about to call out when a strange feeling washed over me. That gut instinct—the one that whispers when something isn’t right.

So, I followed.

Instead of turning toward the park, like I assumed he always did, Nate veered downtown, weaving through the evening crowd with practiced ease.

Then he stopped.

Outside a coffee shop I’d never seen before.

My steps slowed. I watched as he checked his watch, scanned the street, and then… she appeared.

Tall. Confident. Stunning.

Her smile widened when she saw Nate.

She bent down, cooed at my baby, then straightened up and kissed my husband on the cheek.

My entire body went numb.

They walked inside together, her hand resting comfortably on the stroller handle alongside Nate’s, like they had done this a hundred times before.

No. This can’t be what it looks like.

I wanted to believe that.

I wanted to believe in my husband.

That night, I didn’t say anything. I pretended to nap when he came home, placing his phone exactly where he had left it.

“Did you have a nice walk?” I asked, feigning grogginess.

“Same as always,” he said casually, unbuckling Caleb. “The park was nice.”

A lie.

So smooth. So effortless.

I knew what I had seen, but I needed proof. Real, undeniable proof.

The next evening, I followed him again.

This time, I watched from behind a newspaper as he met the same woman at the same place. They sat at an outdoor table, laughing, touching hands, Caleb between them as if he belonged to both of them.

Something inside me hardened.

I needed the truth. And I knew exactly how to get it.

The following morning, as soon as Nate left for work, I went to a toy store and bought a plastic baby doll. One that was eerily lifelike, the same size as Caleb.

Back home, I wrapped the doll in Caleb’s favorite blanket and tucked a hidden baby monitor inside.

That evening, Nate didn’t even look in the stroller before leaving. He just grabbed the handle and headed out.

“Enjoy your walk,” I called after him.

He lifted a hand. “We always do.”

I waited five minutes. Then, gripping the receiver, I followed.

There they were. At the same coffee shop.

I crouched behind a planter and raised the volume on the receiver.

“Are you sure this is okay?” The woman’s voice crackled through the speaker. “I feel guilty.”

My breath caught.

“It’s fine,” Nate replied. “She doesn’t suspect a thing. She’s too exhausted from the baby to notice.”

The woman sighed. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

Nate laughed. A cruel, hollow sound. “Hurt her? She’s just my wife. We had to get married because of Caleb. But you’re the one I really want.”

My vision blurred with tears.

And then he said the worst thing of all.

“Once she gets her inheritance, I’ll leave. I’ll make sure she gives me a chunk of it first. She thinks I’m a saint for taking these stupid walks.”

The receiver slipped from my hand.

I stood. My body moved before my mind could catch up.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account!” My voice rang out across the café.

Nate choked on his coffee. The woman’s eyes widened in horror.

“Monica—what are you—”

I reached for the stroller and yanked back the blanket, revealing the doll.

His face turned sheet-white.

“What the hell is this?” he stammered.

“Interesting question,” I said, crossing my arms. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

The woman stood abruptly. “Nate, you said she knew—”

I turned to her, voice like ice. “Knew what? That my husband was using our son as a prop to cheat on me? That he was planning to drain me for money?”

She paled.

I pulled off my wedding ring and dropped it onto the table with a sharp clink.

“I hope you’re happy together,” I whispered. “Because you just lost the best thing you had.”

Nate scrambled for words, but I was already gone.

The divorce was swift. He signed the papers without a fight. No custody battle. No house dispute. He vanished.

Three months later, my friend sent me a video.

“Nate’s ex-girlfriend,” she said, laughing. “Engaged to some rich finance guy. Nate was just her little fling. He was screaming at her in public while she looked bored.”

Watching him flail, my only thought was: Karma found you fast.

As for my inheritance?

It went into a trust for Caleb. Because real investments should be for those who matter.

And Nate? He was just a bad debt I had written off.

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