My Husband Spent Every Weekend in His Garage — I Was Shocked to Find Out Why

My weekends with Andrew had always been our special time until he began vanishing into the garage every Saturday. When I finally uncovered his secret, my world shattered, and the truth behind his mysterious project was a revelation that changed everything.

Andrew and I had always cherished our weekends together. Saturday morning walks, lazy brunches, and movie nights were our rituals. But all that changed over the past year.

Emily finds herself alone every weekend | Source: Pexels

Emily finds herself alone every weekend | Source: Pexels

Every weekend, Andrew disappeared into the garage. At first, I thought it was a phase, a hobby he would grow out of, but it became more frequent. He’d lock himself away from dawn to dusk, and I was left alone.

“Andrew, what are you doing in there all the time?” I asked one Saturday morning as he poured his coffee.

“Just working on something,” he replied without looking up.

“What are you working on? Can I help?” I tried to sound casual, but he stiffened.

“No, it’s fine. It’s my project.”

Emily asks about his project, but Andrew brushes her off | Source: Pexels

Emily asks about his project, but Andrew brushes her off | Source: Pexels

This secrecy was unlike him. We shared everything, or so I thought. As weeks turned into months, my curiosity turned to frustration. I missed our time together. I missed him. Our once cozy weekends were now filled with silence and distance.

One night, as we were getting ready for bed, I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Andrew, why won’t you tell me what you’re working on?”

He sighed, turning away. “It’s nothing, Emily. Just let it be.”

Andrew’s evasiveness fuels Emily's suspicions and anxiety | Source: Midjourney

Andrew’s evasiveness fuels Emily’s suspicions and anxiety | Source: Midjourney

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. Something was wrong. Andrew’s evasiveness was driving me crazy. He’d leave the house in the morning, come back for meals, and then vanish again. His phone was always on silent, and he seemed distracted even when he was with me.

I started to notice little things. He’d come back with smudges of dirt on his clothes, but the garage itself was spotless when I peeked in. Tools were always in perfect order, not a speck of dust on his workbench. It didn’t add up.

Emily takes the garage key while Andrew sleeps | Source: Midjourney

Emily takes the garage key while Andrew sleeps | Source: Midjourney

One Saturday night, while he slept, I crept to his side of the bed. My heart pounded as I reached into the pocket of his jeans, which lay on the floor, and took out the garage key. I felt a pang of guilt but quickly brushed it aside. I needed to know what he was hiding.

The next morning, after he left for the garage, I went into action. I installed a discreet camera in a corner of the garage, hidden behind a stack of boxes. I synced it to my phone and waited. All day, I watched the screen, but nothing unusual happened. Just Andrew, working intently on what looked like a car’s alternator on his workbench.

A hidden camera reveals a mysterious woman entering the garage | Source: Pexels

A hidden camera reveals a mysterious woman entering the garage | Source: Pexels

But, that evening, I checked the feed again. My breath caught in my throat as I saw a tall woman with dark hair enter the garage via the front roller door. She and Andrew talked, laughed, and looked very happy together.

They seemed so comfortable around each other. My heart shattered. He was having an affair, I was sure of it. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut.

I watched them closely, noting every detail. She was beautiful, confident, everything I felt I wasn’t anymore. I couldn’t hear their conversation, but their body language spoke volumes.

Emily sees a beautiful woman with Andrew in the garage | Source: Midjourney

Emily sees a beautiful woman with Andrew in the garage | Source: Midjourney

They were close, too close. My mind whirled with questions. Who was she? How long had this been going on? Why didn’t he just tell me?

When Andrew came back inside, I confronted him. “Who is she, Andrew?”

He looked confused. “What are you talking about?”

“The woman in the garage. I saw her.”

His face went pale. “Emily, it’s not what you think.”

“Then tell me what it is! Why are you hiding this from me?”

When Emily confronts him, Andrew’s confusion frustrates her even more | Source: Midjourney

When Emily confronts him, Andrew’s confusion frustrates her even more | Source: Midjourney

He was silent, looking down at his feet. “I can’t,” he finally said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Why not? After all these years, you owe me an explanation.”

“Emily, please, just trust me.”

“Trust you? You’re asking me to trust you when I know you’re keeping secrets and sneaking around with another woman?”

“She’s not… it’s complicated.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m done, Andrew. Either you tell me the truth, or I walk out on you.”

Andrew’s refusal to explain leaves Emily determined to uncover the truth | Source: Midjourney

Andrew’s refusal to explain leaves Emily determined to uncover the truth | Source: Midjourney

He didn’t say a word, just stood there, looking as lost as I felt. I turned away, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. I couldn’t believe this was happening to us. Our love, our life, crumbling because of secrets and lies.

As I lay in bed that night — I consigned Andrew to the sofa — I knew things would never be the same. I didn’t know what to do next, but I knew I couldn’t keep living in the dark. The truth had to come out, one way or another.

The next morning, I couldn’t hold back. As Andrew was heading to the garage, I blocked his path. “We need to talk,” I demanded.

Emily demands answers before Andrew escapes into the garage again | Source: Midjourney

Emily demands answers before Andrew escapes into the garage again | Source: Midjourney

He looked at me, eyebrows raised. “Emily, not now. I have to — “

“No,” I interrupted, “now. I saw her, Andrew. The woman in the garage. Who is she?”

Andrew stared at me for a moment, then to my surprise, he burst out laughing. Startled, I took a step back. “Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny!”

“Emily, you’ve got it all wrong,” he said, still chuckling. “Follow me.”

To Emily's shock, Andrew laughs when she confronts him | Source: Midjourney

To Emily’s shock, Andrew laughs when she confronts him | Source: Midjourney

Reluctantly, I followed him to the garage. My heart pounded as he opened the door and led me inside. There she was, the tall woman with dark hair, bent over the engine of an old, classic Ford Mustang. She looked up and smiled warmly.

“Emily, meet Sarah, a very fine mechanic and an old friend from high school,” Andrew declared theatrically.

My confusion deepened. “What’s going on, Andrew?”

Andrew introduces Sarah, a mechanic and old friend | Source: Midjourney

Andrew introduces Sarah, a mechanic and old friend | Source: Midjourney

Andrew sighed, his face softening. “Emily, Sarah, and I have been working on this car here for a charity raffle. It’s to raise funds for veterans, in honor of your dad. We wanted to surprise you and your dad with it as the centerpiece for the event.”

I felt my knees go weak. “A charity raffle?”

“Yes,” Sarah chimed in, wiping her hands on a rag. “Andrew told me how much your dad’s service meant to you. We thought this would be a great way to honor him and help other veterans.”

Andrew explains they are restoring an old Mustang for a veterans' charity event | Source: Pexels

Andrew explains they are restoring an old Mustang for a veterans’ charity event | Source: Pexels

Tears welled up in my eyes. All my anger and suspicion melted away, replaced by overwhelming relief and pride. “I’m so sorry for doubting you, Andrew. I didn’t know — “

Andrew stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me. “It’s okay, babe. I should have told you, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I never meant to make you feel this way.”

I clung to him, tears streaming down my face. “Thank you. This means so much to me. To us.”

Relief and pride replace Emily’s earlier anger | Source: Pexels

Relief and pride replace Emily’s earlier anger | Source: Pexels

From that day on, I joined Andrew and Sarah in the garage. The project became our shared endeavor. We spent weekends working on the car, the garage filled with the sound of laughter and the smell of grease.

Andrew showed me how to handle the tools, Sarah taught me about engines, and we bonded over stories about my dad and our family.

“Remember how my dad used to take us to those vintage car shows?” I said one Saturday, wiping sweat from my brow. “He always loved these classic Mustangs.”

Emily and Sarah spend weekends bonding | Source: Pexels

Emily and Sarah spend weekends bonding | Source: Pexels

Andrew smiled, tightening a bolt. “Yeah, he’d be proud of this one. And of you.”

Our relationship transformed through this process. The weekends became more fulfilling than ever. We rediscovered our bond, our shared purpose giving new depth to our connection. Working together, side by side, we found a new rhythm.

The night before the raffle, we stood in the garage, looking at the finished car. It gleamed under the lights, a symbol of our hard work and renewed connection. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

Andrew squeezed my hand. “Just like us. We did this together, Emily. For your dad, for the veterans. For us.”

The restored Mustang symbolizing hard work and renewed connection | Source: Pexels

The restored Mustang symbolizing hard work and renewed connection | Source: Pexels

The raffle was a huge success. My dad’s eyes shone with pride when he saw the car, and the funds we raised made a significant impact for the veterans’ charity. I felt a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing we had done something meaningful together.

Reflecting on the journey from suspicion to understanding, I realized how much we had grown. Sometimes, the things that seem suspicious or worrisome at first can turn out to be the most beautiful surprises.

Andrew’s secret project was not just a hobby but a symbol of his love for our family and a cause dear to our hearts.

The restored Mustang became a symbol of our renewed connection and the beautiful surprises that life can hold. Andrew and I had faced a storm and emerged stronger, our bond unbreakable. And in that garage, we found not just an old car but a new beginning.

The charity raffle is a huge success | Source: Pexels

The charity raffle is a huge success | Source: Pexels

To anyone out there who feels like their relationship is in trouble, sometimes, all it takes is a little trust and a lot of love to see the truth behind the secrets. And sometimes, those secrets can turn into the most beautiful surprises of all.

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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.

My MIL Gifted Me a Book, ‘100 Steps to Become a Good Wife for My Precious Son,’ So I Decided to Put an End to This — Story of the Day

On my wedding day, as vows were exchanged and love filled the air, Rick’s mother, Irene, found a way to steal the spotlight. From her dramatic interruption at the altar to gifting me a book, “How to Be a Good Wife for My Precious Son”, it was clear: she wasn’t ready to let me into her world—or her son’s.

I stood by the altar in my wedding dress, feeling the weight of the moment settle over me.

My fingers trembled slightly as I gripped the piece of paper with my vows, the edges soft and worn from nervous handling.

The air smelled faintly of roses and candles, and the faint rustle of silk from the guests’ outfits added a quiet hum to the room.

Across from me, Rick stood tall, his dark suit perfectly tailored to his broad frame.

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His smile was warm, reassuring, and completely for me. I felt my heart swell as I met his gaze.

“If you’ve prepared your vows, please exchange them now,” the officiant said, his voice gentle but firm, breaking through the haze of my emotions.

I unfolded my paper, smoothing it out with care.

“Rick, I love you,” I began, my voice steady but laced with emotion. I could see his expression soften, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I wasn’t sure how to begin, but I decided to start with what’s most important.”

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A small smile played on my lips, and Rick chuckled softly, that familiar sound that always made me feel at home.

“These past four years we’ve spent together have changed my life,” I continued, my voice growing steadier as I found my rhythm.

“I was afraid of losing my old life and drowning in a relationship, so I hesitated for a long time. You know how hard it is for me to take big steps…”

“But I’m so glad I took this step,” I said, my smile widening.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

“I’m glad I’m standing here before you now. With you, I feel like I’m becoming the best version of myself. I love you, Rick.” My words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity.

There was a soft murmur of approval from the guests—subtle, but enough to remind me we weren’t alone in this moment.

“Samantha, I love you. You know I’m not one for long speeches,” he began, earning a light laugh from the crowd.

“So I’ll just say this: I’m happy you’re becoming my wife today. From now on, we’re a family, and family always sticks together.”

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

The officiant smiled. “Samantha, do you take Rick to be your husband?”

“I do!” My voice rang out clearly.

“Rick, do you take Samantha to be your wife?”

“I do,” Rick said, his voice steady and full of conviction.

“If anyone here objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the officiant continued.

The room went still, the silence palpable. I felt my breath hitch. Then, to my horror, Irene stood up.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

Of course, she couldn’t just let this be about us. She always had to make herself the center of attention.

“Sorry, I just needed to go to the bathroom. Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Irene said, her voice sugary sweet and her smile tight.

“Mom!” Rick snapped, clearly exasperated. He gestured for her to sit, his jaw tightening. Irene waved him off, taking her seat with an air of mock innocence.

I bit my tongue to stop myself from saying something I’d regret.

The officiant quickly regained control. “I now pronounce Samantha and Rick husband and wife!”

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The applause exploded, filling the room. Rick kissed me, his lips warm and full of love, and for a moment, the world felt perfect.

But as I glanced toward the guests, my eyes landed on Irene’s empty chair. It didn’t surprise me. Not one bit.

The reception was in full swing. Music filled the air, guests laughed, and the soft clinking of glasses blended into the hum of celebration.

I should’ve been floating on a cloud of happiness, surrounded by friends and family, but instead, my mood was sour.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

My thoughts were stuck on the ceremony, replaying Irene’s little stunt over and over.

“You know she did that on purpose…” I muttered to Rick, sitting close beside me.

Rick sighed, his patience already thinning.

“Sweetheart, that’s not true. My mom loves you and respects my choice. Don’t make things up.”

“Loves me so much she couldn’t even wait a single minute until the ceremony was over? Seriously, Rick?” I shot back, keeping my voice low but firm.

“She’s an older woman. She probably really needed to go,” Rick argued, his tone defensive. “Or would you have preferred she… handled it right there in the hall?”

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His eyebrows rose slightly, as if that was the ultimate argument-ender.

“Rick! Enough!” I snapped, crossing my arms. How could he be so blind to her little games?

At that moment, as if summoned by our discussion, Irene approached our table. Her face was stretched into that same overly sweet smile she always wore, the one that made my skin crawl.

“My dear son,” she said warmly, wrapping Rick in a hug. “Congratulations on your big day. I hope Samantha will take good care of you and that you’ll be happy!”

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“Thanks, Mom,” Rick replied, grinning as if she hadn’t just insulted me in the guise of kindness.

Irene then turned to me, her smile never wavering, and handed me a small, neatly wrapped package.

I stared at it, reluctant to take it.

I peeled back the paper slowly, my stomach twisting with dread. When the cover of the book came into view, my chest tightened.

“How to Be a Good Wife for My Precious Son,” it read, in a perfectly polished font. I froze, staring at the title.

It even had her name printed below: “By Irene.”

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

My teeth clenched so hard I thought I might chip them. I forced a polite smile, but my hands were shaking.

“What’s this, Mom?” Rick asked, grabbing the book from me and flipping through the pages.

“Oh, nothing,” Irene said with a casual wave of her hand.

“I just thought Samantha could use a little guidance and advice.”

Rick, oblivious as ever, grinned.

“Oh, wow! It even has my favorite cookie recipe from when I was a kid! Mom, did you print this book yourself?”

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“All for my beloved son!” Irene chirped.

“Thank you, Irene,” I said through gritted teeth, somehow summoning the strength to be civil. “I’ll be sure to study this book carefully.”

“Samantha, don’t be mad,” Rick added, his tone almost scolding. “It’s a wonderful gift. Mom put so much effort into it.”

“Uh-huh,” I muttered, forcing a tight smile. Inside, I was screaming. But this wasn’t the time or place. Not yet.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

Married life felt like a dream at first.

The days were filled with stolen kisses in the kitchen, whispered promises late at night, and the kind of laughter that made everything else fade away.

For a week, it was just us—our own little world, untouched by anything else.

But like a crack in glass, that perfect world fractured with one name: Irene.

“My mom’s coming over for dinner tonight,” Rick said casually while scrolling through his phone.

I froze, spatula mid-air. “What? Why?”

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

He looked up, confused. “She’s my mom. Why can’t she just visit?”

“So she’s just coming for a visit?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Well… she wanted to cook dinner for us.”

I let out a sharp laugh. “So she thinks I can’t cook dinner myself?”

Rick sighed, already weary of this conversation. “Of course not! She just wants to help…”

“Oh, help me be a good wife for her precious son…” I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

“Samantha! You’re misunderstanding again!” he snapped, his patience wearing thin.

“No, I understand perfectly,” I said firmly. “Your mom hates me and uses every excuse to meddle. What time is she coming?”

Rick hesitated. “In a couple of hours.”

“Good,” I said, already standing. “That gives me time to prepare.”

For the next two hours, I moved through the house like a storm—cleaning, cooking, and setting the table with meticulous care.

If Irene wanted a show, I was going to give her one. And I had a little surprise in mind, too.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

The doorbell rang, echoing through the house, and I felt my shoulders tense. Rick hurried to open it, his face lighting up as he greeted her.

“Mom!” he said warmly, pulling her into a hug.

I stood a few steps behind, forcing a polite smile. “Welcome, Irene,” I said, keeping my tone neutral.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Irene replied with a saccharine smile. “We’re family now. This is my home too.”

“As you say,” I murmured, stepping aside as she waltzed into the living room like she owned the place.

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Her eyes immediately fell on the dining table, perfectly set and laden with food.

“So, you’ve already prepared everything?” she said, her voice tinged with disappointment.

“What a shame—I was hoping to cook myself…”

“There’s no need,” I replied calmly. “I’ve taken care of everything.”

“Well, we’ll see,” she said, her tone as sharp as a knife, before sitting down at the table.

She scanned the spread, her gaze landing on the soup. “Oh, is this tomato soup from my book? You’re already trying out the recipes?”

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“Yes, very useful recipes, thank you. But I made a few improvements…”

“Improvements?” she repeated, her voice rising indignantly.

Rick, oblivious to the tension, took a big spoonful and groaned in delight. “Oh my gosh, Samantha, this is the best tomato soup I’ve ever had!”

Irene’s smile faltered. “And my cupcakes…” she muttered under her breath as Rick continued eating enthusiastically.

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Her displeasure was written all over her face, and I knew this was my moment. Rick went to the bathroom, and that was the moment I’d waited for to launch my plan.

“Irene,” I began, smiling sweetly, “your book inspired me so much that I wanted to repay your kindness.”

I picked up the remote and clicked a button. The projector on the wall flickered to life, displaying bold letters:

“How to Mind Your Own Business.”

“Today I proved that I’m more than capable of running my home and taking care of my husband. Irene, I appreciate your advice, but I’ll handle my life on my own terms.”

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Irene shot up from her seat, her face red with anger. “You’re not fit to be my son’s wife! And you know it!”

“Mom! How can you say that?” Rick walked inside the room, stunned.

“Rick, you know it’s true,” Irene snapped. “She’s not worthy of you.”

“Mom, enough!” Rick’s voice was firm now.

“I love Samantha, and you’ll accept my choice, whether you like it or not. I think it’s time for you to go home. I’ll call you a taxi.”

“Fine, dear…” Irene said with a huff, finally relenting.

I nodded silently, my heart pounding. For once, I felt victorious. In this battle for boundaries, I had finally taken a stand—and won.

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