I found the receipt in his jacket pocket—$487 at a boutique hotel downtown. Not unusual, except I recognized the handwriting on the sticky note tucked inside: Miss you already, sweetie. Amanda wrote that. I’d know her looping script anywhere. We used to pass notes like this in kindergarten.\n\nThat night, Chris kissed me like nothing was wrong. He always did—he’s good at performances. But I smiled back, my mind already dissecting patterns: the sudden late meetings, Amanda’s new designer bag, the way they’d laugh just a second too long at dinner parties.\n\nNow, sitting at my vanity, I stare at my reflection. The same face, the same ring, the same life. But something inside me has snapped. Not broken—transformed.\n\nI open my laptop. First step: access his cloud. I’ve known his password for years. It’s still ‘LissaLove2015’. How poetic.