For the past three months, every Saturday, my husband would pick up our kids and take them to grandma

For three months, every Saturday morning followed the same routine. My husband would pack the kids into the car and announce they were off to “grandma’s.” He’d tell me to stay home, rest, and enjoy some quiet time to myself. I didn’t think twice about it. I appreciated a few hours of peace — time to read, take a bath, or just breathe. But something about it began to feel strange. He never invited me along, even when I offered. “You deserve a break,” he’d insist. “It’s just me and the kids. Family time.” It sounded thoughtful. Still, a small, uneasy part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. One Saturday morning, as they were getting ready…