I Was Suddenly Woken Up By My Husband Laughing In His Sleep—Then I Found His Secret Life

I woke up to the strangest sound—low humming, then giggling. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but then I turned and saw my husband, Sayed, lying beside me, eyes half-closed, flapping his arms like a child pretending to fly.

My heart stopped.

“Sayed?” I whispered, shaking him gently. No response. The giggling turned to incoherent mumbling.

I jumped out of bed and called 911 with shaking hands. Minutes later, paramedics were rushing him into an ambulance, lights flashing.

At the hospital, the doctor’s words hit like a blow: “Your husband suffered a mild seizure. Likely brought on by stress or sleep deprivation.”

I sat there numb, staring at him through the glass of the ER, his body still, hooked up to machines. A plastic mask covered his mouth, chest rising and falling slowly.

A nurse came over softly. “Has your husband shown any unusual behavior lately?”

I opened my mouth to say no. But something in me faltered.

For months, things hadn’t been normal. Sayed stayed up later than usual, shutting his laptop when I walked in. His phone was always on silent. I once heard a woman’s name—Nadia—on a call. He said she was from procurement, but I felt the sting of doubt.

I brushed it off then, blaming work stress, our pandemic struggles. We were recovering financially; maybe he was protecting me from the details.

But watching him now, pale and lifeless, I felt like I didn’t know my own husband anymore.

While Sayed stayed overnight for observation, I went home to pack some clothes. On impulse, I grabbed his laptop. If something’s wrong with him… maybe this will explain it, I told myself.

No password. Strange.

I opened a folder labeled “Invoices_2022,” expecting work files. Instead, it was a spreadsheet. My breath caught.

Line after line—names, dollar amounts. Nearly $50,000 over nine months, all labeled N.L.

One entry made my stomach twist: “E-transfer – Nadia L. – $4,200 – Tuition Payment.”

Tuition?

Heart racing, I searched his emails for “Nadia.” Hundreds of messages appeared. Friendly notes at first… then emotional confessions, jokes about shared dreams, talk of regrets.

I clicked one titled: “Still thinking about your necklace in Santorini.”

The words blurred as tears filled my eyes.

In another message, I found a photo: a young woman with pink curls and gold hoops, smiling as Sayed kissed her cheek. Dated October. The same weekend he’d claimed to be at a Montreal conference.

The reality slammed into me—I wasn’t crazy. My husband was living a double life.

Back at the hospital the next morning, Sayed sipped juice, acting like nothing happened. Joking with nurses. Texting someone when he thought I wasn’t watching.

I waited until we were home, then cornered him at the kitchen table.

“Who’s Nadia?” I asked quietly.

His face froze. He stood up, muttered, “It’s not what you think.”

The cliché stung worse than a confession.

He spun a story: Nadia was like a niece, daughter of an old family friend who’d fallen on hard times. He was helping her through school, financially and emotionally.

I threw his lies back at him—photos, trips, the necklace.

He faltered. Said things got “blurry.” That he was “emotionally confused.”

Finally, I asked, “Did you sleep with her?”

The three-second silence told me everything.

I didn’t yell. Didn’t sob. I just walked out, drove to my cousin Rukhsana’s, and collapsed in her arms.

Two weeks at her place gave me clarity. Nadia wasn’t just an affair. Digging deeper, I discovered she’d called him Shawn on social media. He had a whole second identity.

I met with a lawyer quietly. Learned about a second loan against our house, credit cards maxed, loans under my social insurance number.

When I confronted Sayed again, he finally broke, handing me a box of documents. Inside was proof:

Revenue down 60%

Thousands sent to Nadia’s “brand”

Forged signatures

That day, I filed for divorce.

Three months later, the final twist came by mail: a fraud complaint against Sayed—filed by Nadia herself. She claimed he lied about being divorced, promised her funding, then abandoned her.

My lawyer used it to shield me legally. I kept my share of assets, cleared my credit, and—most poetic of all—kept the house.

Sayed’s reputation collapsed after Nadia posted a viral video exposing him. His business crumbled.

Life didn’t magically heal overnight. I had to rebuild piece by piece—music classes at the community center, reconnecting with friends, finding strength in a women’s support group that met in a church basement.

Then one day, at a craft fair, I met Teo—a retired mechanic with kind eyes. We talked plants and welding. No sparks, no drama. Just quiet, steady kindness.

For once, I wasn’t rushing. I was listening to myself.

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