The same woman from his company Christmas party.
The same woman whose name kept lighting up his phone late at night.
The same woman he always had explanations for.
Suddenly every strange moment from the past year crashed into place.
Late meetings.
Locked screens.
Midnight “client emergencies.”
The night I walked into the kitchen and caught him texting in the dark.
“Who’s that?” I’d asked.
“Lauren from work,” he answered too quickly. “Just business stuff.”
I trusted him.
God, I trusted him.
I called Miss Greenwood immediately.
“She seemed comfortable around your husband’s coworker,” the teacher admitted quietly. “That’s part of why the footage bothered me.”
Comfortable.
Meaning Ava had met her before.
Meaning my husband brought his affair around our daughter behind my back.
I replayed the footage again.
And this time I noticed details I missed before.
