My Husband’s Secret Drawer: What I Found Inside Chilled Me to the Bone!
My Blood Froze When I Opened My Husband’s Drawer the Day after Moving in with Him
After getting married, Freya was eager to start her life together, so she moved into the family estate that belonged to her husband, George. On the other hand, their vows were swiftly broken when Valerie, the maid, revealed to Freya the secret life that George was leading.
I had just gotten off the high of my wedding when I moved into the house that belonged to my husband’s family. It was a place that looked like out of a fairy tale. High ceilings, arches, fountains and flowers were seen all over the place in this building.
Earlier than we were to go for our honeymoon in the South of France, George had expressed his desire for me to move in and establish myself.
However, not everything was how it appeared to be. Valerie, the maid, gave me a look that shouted, “You don’t belong here.” This was the first thing she did when she saw me. Despite my best efforts, I was not going to leave this place. That was something that Valerie was going to have to deal with.
I had been settling in for a few days when I made the decision to prepare breakfast for my new family. Given the size of the house and the fact that George’s younger brother and sister were still living at home, I made sure to get ready for a large gathering.
During the time that she was wiping the countertops, Valerie was standing in the kitchen with me, watching every action that I took. She left me feeling anxious. My phone was nowhere to be seen when I leaned across the table to look for it in order to research the process of preparing eggs in a variety of various ways.
“Have you seen my phone?” Having no doubt that it had been sitting on the table in front of her, I inquired of Valerie.
Valerie shook her head and gave me a casual glance before moving on.
It was with a chilly tone that she added, “If I were you, I would hurry up with the breakfast.” “The family expects it on the table before they come downstairs.”
As Valerie left the kitchen, I followed her recommendation and completed the breakfast that she had prepared.
The phone that I had left on the seat that Valerie had just vacated was ultimately located by me. But the message that appeared on the screen was the one that completely flipped my world upside down:
Your husband’s drawer should be checked. More particularly, the one on the top left. Then you should RUN!
I made my way to our bedroom with my heart hammering, the warning playing over and over in my thoughts for the entire trip. Valerie had made the bed and folded the garments that we had thrown away on the floor the previous night while I was away doing everything else.
Due of the overwhelming feeling of dread that I was experiencing, I hesitated before opening the drawer. When I opened it, I had no idea what would take place in that very instant. I had no idea what George was keeping hidden from me, and I was eager to discover them.
Within, I discovered a collection of letters that were tied together with a tattered ribbon and an antique key. An individual named Elena was the recipient of the letters that were sent by my husband.
While I was sitting on our bed, I went through all of the letters and read them. Each letter described a love and a future that George had pledged to another individual.
My heart broke a little bit more with each syllable that was spoken. The final letter was a farewell; the date indicated that it was written immediately before George proposed to me, which is to say three days before the proposal.
And what is the secret?
“Do you know what this key is for?” In the event that I discovered that it did not match anything in our room, I questioned Ivy, who is George’s younger sister.
She looked at the key and said, “Oh, I think it’s for the attic,” as she examined it. “That room was George’s favourite, thus that is without a doubt the case. The atmosphere has always seemed so dreary and dreary to me, and I have no idea why. It’s been years since I’ve been seen there.
I was able to locate the attic, and it was exactly as gloomy and draughty as Ivy had described it prior to my arrival.
The moment I turned on the light, however, my blood began to freeze.
It appeared as though the walls of the room were covered with images of my spouse and a woman, who I presumed to be Elena. Their love was reflected in each shot, and it was as if it were bouncing off the paper.
It made fun of me. This made fun of our marriage. All the feelings that I had for George were made fun of by it.
Before my knees could give way, I sat down in the one and only armchair in the room and took in the sights and sounds of the environment. My eyes were drawn to an ultrasound that was affixed on the wall beneath a photograph of George and Elena dancing in a courtyard at that same moment.
George and Elena were planning to start a family with a child. Naturally, they were in fact.
I was at a loss to comprehend how he could have concealed it from me for such a considerable amount of time.
I was aware of the truth about Elena, but to conceal a baby from me was a very different matter. That had no possible explanation.
I was going through each shot and thinking how George could have abandoned Elena while she was carrying his kid. I was wondering how he could have done it.
The doorway was the source of a gentle voice that asked, “Freya?”
“Valerie,” I said, immediately cognizant of the fact that I was in a location where I ought not to have been.
“You weren’t supposed to find out this way,” she remarked, her voice a whisper of sympathy since she was feeling sorry for you.
“You knew about this?” While I was unsure of how to approach her, I asked.
Gradually, she gave a nod.
“Elena comes from my family. She was of the opinion that you must be aware of the truth. I received the letters from her, and while I was cleaning up this morning, I placed them in George’s drawer.
“And the baby?” As I inquired, my voice was trembling.
By leaning against the wall, Valerie shared her story with me about Elena. A couple of years ago, when the family was in the process of organising their annual Christmas celebration, Valerie asked Elena to assist with the cleaning arrangements.
“They were able to get along right away. When that happened, they fell in love. When Elena learned about the kid and his illness, however, George stated that he did not want to have any further interaction with her.
According to Valerie, George was ready to marry Elena out of love; however, when he discovered that the baby had Down syndrome, he viewed them as a challenge and decided not to marry Elena.
“He assured Elena that he would advocate for her in front of his family and convince them that she was more than just a housekeeper. But things become different.”
The entire family was sitting around in the living room, but George was nowhere to be found. We went in together and headed into the living room. It was I who informed his parents about the letters and the images that were stacked in the attic.
Valerie shared the news with them about Elena and her child.
After we were finished, George entered the living room, and his expression made it abundantly evident that he had been present during the talk and had overheard it.
The question was posed by his father, who was looking at my husband intently. “Is this true?”
Despite the fact that George was speechless, his silence was a damning admission.
The fallout from the family was swift. As a result, George was cut off, and his inheritance was now being used to provide for Elena and the child that she is expecting.
As for me?
I was granted a divorce: George didn’t even make an effort to oppose it; he was so devastated by the loss of his money that he couldn’t even stand it. I was given a new beginning with assets that were intended for George by my in-laws.
I decided to sell off some of them in order to make sure that the foundation I established for Elena’s child was the true measure of success. One that provides assistance to youngsters who have disabilities. Now, Valerie is in charge of it, with my assistance and the assistance of George’s mother, who rejected her son the moment she learned about the baby.
