It started like every other Saturday morning. Quiet, warm, deceptively peaceful.
Henry had gone into work early, as usual, leaving a kiss on my cheek, and a steaming cup of coffee by the bed.
The sun was barely out, soft light filtering through the curtains. I had no plans of moving. No lectures. No place to be. Just me, the warmth of my sheets, and my phone.
I was scrolling through it lazily, letting the minutes blur together, when I saw it
My thumb paused mid-scroll. My breath caught. And then I saw it again, on another site. Then another.
Wife of Gulf Enterprise CEO Spotted with Mystery Man—Is She Cheating?
I stared. And stared.
My heart dropped somewhere between my ribs and my stomach, beating frantically as my eyes took in the pictures.
Me and Henry.
At the park, laughing. Fingers laced together.
At dinner. Kissing outside the car.
In the supermarket aisle.
We thought we'd been careful. Invisible.
