I GOT MY WIFE A UK VISA, TWO DAYS TO HER FLIGHT I CAUGHT HER IN A HOTEL WITH HER EX – SHATTERED MAN SHARES

I never imagined that the same hands I held while praying for her visa approval would be the ones shaking in disbelief just days later.

When I married my wife, I believed I had found my forever. We had our struggles, yes, but I thought love, patience, and sacrifice would see us through. I live in the UK, and from the beginning, my biggest goal was to bring her over so we could finally live as husband and wife under one roof. I worked extra shifts, saved every pound, and endured loneliness just to make that dream a reality.

After months of paperwork, stress, and prayers, her UK visa was finally approved. I was over the moon. I told everyone. I counted the days. I even planned what meal I would cook for her first night with me in the UK. Her flight was in two days.

Two days.

That was how close we were.

I had flew to nigeria earlier that week so we can travel back together, two evenings before our flight she told me she was going to see some friends to say her goodbye, something pushed me to call her unexpectedly. She didn’t pick up. I tried again. Still nothing. My heart felt uneasy, but I brushed it aside, telling myself she was probably packing or busy. Later, a friend casually mentioned seeing her around town earlier. Something didn’t add up.

I decided to check for myself.

What I saw broke me in ways I still struggle to explain.

I found her in a hotel room. Not alone. She was with her ex.

The woman I trusted. The woman I married. The woman I fought immigration battles for.

I felt my knees go weak. My ears rang. I couldn’t even shout. All the sacrifices, the plans, the future I imagined collapsed in that moment. She tried to explain. She said it “just happened,” that it was a “mistake,” that she was confused. But how do you explain being in a hotel with an ex two days before joining your husband abroad?

I walked out without saying much because I knew if I stayed, I would say things I could never take back.

Since that day, I have replayed every memory in my head, asking myself where I went wrong. Was I too trusting? Too focused on providing? Too far away? Or was this simply a betrayal that had nothing to do with me?

I cancelled her flight.

Not out of revenge, but out of self-respect.