My sister-in-law mistakenly sent me a photo that was meant for my husband—I smiled, saved it, and waited exactly six months.

the company name. After she left, I looked it up. It was all in Brooke’s name.”

I leaned back against the sofa. “When did he sign?”

“A few months ago. Before the photo. Before any of it.”

I closed my eyes. The hotel sweatshirt, the late nights, the casual assignments at every dinner.

None of it had been the betrayal. It had only hidden the real one.

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