Chapter 1

Three years of marriage, and my husband spent every single night texting his "girl bestie" until the early hours of the morning.

The screen of his phone would light up until 2:00 AM, the notification sounds buzzing non-stop like a rapid heartbeat.

When I asked him who it was, he just said, "You're overthinking. I don't even see her as a woman."

She came to our house often. The moment she walked through the door, she would drape her arm over his shoulder, tilt her head, and smile at me. "Chloe, you don't mind, right?"

Yesterday, I came back early from a business trip. When I pushed open the bedroom door, I saw them lying in our bed, wrapped in each other's arms, the blanket pulled up to their chests.

She curled the corner of her mouth into a smirk. "Don't get the wrong idea. We just talked too late."

He forced himself to look calm. "You're making a big deal out of nothing."

I didn't say a word. I picked up the glass of water from the nightstand and splashed it directly onto their faces.

"Awake now? Then both of you can get the hell out."