I noticed the lock on a Tuesday. A simple, silver lock on the bottom drawer of Adam’s desk. It wasn’t flashy or particularly noticeable, but it didn’t belong there. Adam was careful with his things, but he’d never locked anything away from me before. “What’s with the new security measure?” I asked casually. Adam barely looked up from his laptop. “Oh, that? Just some work stuff I need to keep organized.” “Must be pretty important,” I said, watching him closely. “Not really.” He shrugged, then quickly changed the subject. “What

I was seven months pregnant with twins when my world shattered. I was sitting on the couch, folding tiny onesies, imagining what my babies would look like, when my phone buzzed. My heart did a little flip when I saw the message was from my husband’s boss, Veronica. I assumed it was about Eric—maybe an emergency at work. But what I saw next made my blood run cold. A picture of Eric, lying in a strange bed, shirtless, smirking at the camera. Before I could process the shock, I noticed