‘Leave My Husband Alone’: I Found a Note After the Most Unforgettable Date of My Life — Story of the Day

Returning to the hotel after a meaningful encounter with a man named Mateo, I found a chilling note on my door: “Leave my husband alone.” Panic set in as I locked the door behind me, wondering who could have left it.

My husband, John, a workaholic businessman, had accompanied me to Mexico but was always preoccupied with work. His busy schedule left me alone in our luxurious hotel room, where I spent most of my time exploring the city through photography.

One evening, I met Mateo at the rooftop bar. Our connection was immediate, and he offered to show me around the city. Despite my reservations, I spent a delightful day with him, discovering local gems and enjoying new experiences.

The next day, after a heartfelt conversation, Mateo revealed he was still married, which troubled me. When I returned to my room, John confronted me, revealing he had seen me with Mateo. His anger and threats left me feeling trapped and desperate.

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