I Invited My Friend Over, and His French-Speaking Skills Uncovered a Shocking Family Secret

When Chad’s French in-laws come over, he invites his friend, Nolan, along — to keep him company while Camille and her parents converse in French. While they have dinner, Chad discovers that Nolan understands French and reveals a family secret.

My wife, Camille, is as French as they come. We met at college when she was an exchange student studying International Politics, and we’ve been together ever since.

Camille’s parents live in France but visit us twice a year. I’ve learned a few odd words and phrases in French, but the language has yet to stick with me.

Other than mon chéri or various dishes from French cuisine, I don’t know much. Now, my in-laws are around, and it’s only been four days.

So, I decided to invite my friend, Nolan to have dinner and meet Camille’s parents. That way, I would also have someone to talk to.

Now imagine this:

We’re all sitting at the table, enjoying our bouillabaisse. Nolan and I talked about an audit at work, and Camille and her parents were happily chatting in French.

Everything seems fine, right? Wrong.

While mid-conversation about work, Nolan’s face goes as white as a ghost, and he nudges my arm firmly with his elbow.

“Go upstairs and check under your bed. Trust me,” he whispers urgently.

My first instinct was to laugh it off — it made no sense. But one look at his wide eyes told me that this wasn’t a joke.

“Excuse me,” I said to the table. “I’ll be right back.”

I reluctantly shuffled to my bedroom, feeling like I was stepping into some strange French noir film. I picked Camille’s silver silk robe off the floor and bent to look under the bed.

My heart was beating ridiculously fast like I was about to have a heart attack. But there it was — a lone black box.

I opened the box with shaky fingers, going through the contents quickly — I didn’t know if Camille would come looking for me. Then, toward the bottom of the box, was a series of photographs of Camille, wearing next to nothing.

My heart pounded harder and nausea rose through my body.

What have I just stumbled upon? I asked myself.

As I was about to put everything back, the world turned black.

It must have been hours later when I woke up in a hospital ward, surrounded by empty beds. The harsh light glared down on me as my eyes adjusted to the change of venue and the sharp smells of detergent.

“Woah,” I mumbled, my throat raw.

That’s when I noticed that Nolan was sitting next to me, his head propped up by his arm.

“You passed out in your bedroom, mate,” he said. “What happened?”

Then, it all came back to me. Camille’s box under the bed, my insatiable curiosity mixed with an overactive heart rate brought on by a panic attack.

But I did get a glimpse into the box. It turned out to be my own Pandora’s Box. There were incriminating photos of Camille, love letters to a man named Benoit, and little trinkets, all piecing together a tale of betrayal.

It turns out that Camille was hiding an affair.

“You were taking forever,” Nolan said. “So, I followed you, and I found you passed out on the floor. I closed the box and pushed it back under before calling Camille and an ambulance.”

“How did you know?” I asked, thinking about the warning Nolan had given me.

“I did French throughout high school, Chad,” he said. “While talking, I understood that Camille said something about hiding everything under the bed. I’m sorry.”

“Where’s Camille?” I asked.

“At the cafeteria, she said she needed to stretch her legs. So, she went to get coffee.”

I put my head back and thought of the letters that my wife had been receiving.

I got discharged the following day, and Nolan drove me home. Camille fussed over me, making me a healthy juice and ensuromg that I was okay. But of course I wasn’t. Nothing was okay.

That afternoon, I had to set the record straight. I couldn’t look at Camille and feel what I had felt before.

“I can’t continue in this marriage,” I said when Camille brought me a juice.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“I know about the black box under the bed.”

Camille turned pale.

“I can explain,” she said, jumping up.

“I saw more than enough, Cami. I don’t think your version of an explanation would change that.”

“Just listen,” she said. “My parents set up the meeting with Benoit. They wanted me to be with someone French — to have completely French children.”

I looked at her, wondering how she expected me to sit there and listen to more.

“So, after they arranged it,” she continued. “I met him. And we hit it off, and our friendship grew.”

“I want a divorce. Immediately,” I said, not wanting to listen to anything else.

Camille made a fuss, hurling accusations of me snooping and invading her privacy. She threatened not to sign the divorce papers when they came, but I told her that there was just no love left in our marriage after what she had done.

“Give me another chance,” she pleaded.

But I didn’t want any of it.

The divorce process lasted a few months, and Camille contested everything — from the house to spousal maintenance — and she even wanted me to pay for her tickets to France every year. I refused everything except the house. I didn’t want to be there anymore anyway. I’m living in a bachelor pad closer to my office now.

I’m heartbroken, sure. But at least now, I’m not living a lie. And that’s liberating.

I’m also grateful to Nolan for telling me the truth and staying by my side through the divorce.

Now, I wonder if Camille will end up with Benoit or not — I know her parents will love it if she does.

Less than a month after painful divorce, Jason Momoa, 44, “begging” star for a date – and you might recognize her

Although Jason Momoa isn’t exactly a newcomer to the single scene, it appears that he isn’t letting his time be wasted looking for love.

At least, that’s what RadarOnline claims, claiming that the actor from Aquaman and Game of Thrones is targeting Demi Moore. When Momoa met the actress at a recent Hollywood event, he is said to have fallen in love.

As his fans are well aware, Momoa, 44, formalized his divorce from his four-year wife, Lisa Bonet, earlier this month. The two are now free to look for other partnerships after a 12-year relationship.

If RadarOnline is to be believed, Momoa has gotten in touch with Moore, Ashton Kutcher and Bruce Willis’ ex-wife. It was made public last year that the 61-year-old and the former are parents to three children together, and that she was doing everything in her power to support Bruce during his terrible battle with dementia.

Moore isn’t in a relationship, but it appears that she’s prepared to work hard to win Momoa over.

The famous couple was reportedly sighted together on January 18 at a showing of the documentary Common Ground (about a week after Momoa and Bonet filed for divorce).

“After they chatted, Jason snagged her number from a mutual friend, and he’s been laying it on thick, telling her she’s the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen,” an insider told the National Enquirer. He’s been messaging her, wishing her a day as lovely as she is.

Demi is enamored with it despite how corny it is.

Furthermore, according to the same story, Momoa is making every effort to further matters by asking Moore out on a date.

The source went on, “He’s been pleading with her for a date and even calling friends who know her, asking them to put in a good word for him.”

According to a source who spoke to the site, Jason has a serious fetish about hooking up with Demi. “He believes they would be a fantastic match and believes Demi has a lot to teach him.”

Momoa said goodbye to the house he formerly shared with his ex-wife after he and Bonet separated, opting to live in a van instead.

Many have been taken aback by this unexpected change in lifestyle, but Momoa readily shares photos of his “van life” on social media and enjoys the minimalist design and environmentally friendly features of his new residence.

How do you feel about Moore and Momoa maybe dating? Share your opinions with us in the comments section.

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