I (34F) have been married to my husband (38M) for 10 years.
We have a normal life. Routine. Predictable.
He leaves for work at 9. Comes back around 7. Weekends are quiet.
Nothing about him ever felt suspicious.
Until recently.
Over the past two months, there have been three missing person cases in our area.
All women.
Similar age range.
Different neighborhoods, but not far from each other.
It was all over local news, so naturally we talked about it at home.
My husband always had the same reaction:
“They probably left on their own.”
“People disappear all the time.”
It felt… dismissive.
But I didn’t think much of it.
Until last week.
I was trying to find a restaurant we went to months ago, so I opened his Google Maps history on his laptop.
We share the device.
I wasn’t snooping.
At least not at first.
Then I noticed something odd.
A location that kept repeating.
Same place.
Late at night.
Not near his office.
Not near our home.
A quiet road on the outskirts of the city.
I clicked into the dates.
And my stomach dropped.
Because the visits lined up almost exactly with the nights those women were reported missing.
Same time window.
Same location.
Every single time.
I told myself it had to be a coincidence.
So I checked more carefully.
Zoomed in.
The exact pin was always in the same spot.
An empty stretch of road near a closed warehouse.
No businesses. No reason to be there.
I waited until he got home and asked casually:
“Do you ever go near this area?”
He barely glanced at the map and said:
“No. Never.”
Too fast.
Too confident.
So I showed him the dates.
He went quiet.
Then said:
“GPS glitches sometimes.”
I wanted to believe that.
I really did.
But something didn’t sit right.
So I checked further.
His car mileage.
It matched the distances.
His fuel receipts.
Also matched.
That’s when I stopped thinking like a wife.
And started thinking like… something else.
I didn’t confront him again.
Instead, I took screenshots.
All of it.
Dates. Times. Locations.
And I sent it anonymously to the police tip line.
I didn’t include his name.
Just the data.
Yesterday, police came to our house.
Not aggressively.
Just… directly.
They asked him a few questions.
Then asked if they could look at his car.
He agreed.
But now everything has changed.
He’s not angry.
He’s watching me.
Carefully.
Like he’s trying to figure out what I know.
And this morning, before leaving for work, he said something that hasn’t left my head:
“You should’ve talked to me first.”
Not “why did you do this.”
Not “this is a mistake.”
Just that.
Now I don’t know if I did the right thing.
Or if I just accused my own husband based on something I don’t fully understand.
So AITA for sending that information to the police…
or did I ignore something I shouldn’t have for too long?