Your husband, Lucien Vale, came home late again.

He wore his shiny black suit, red shirt, and dark sunglasses, even though it was already night. He looked perfect, like always. Too perfect.

“Where were you?” you asked.

“Work,” he said quickly. “Lots of meetings.”

But you knew he was lying.

He smelled like someone else’s perfume. Sweet. Strong. Not yours.

You looked at his shirt. There was a red stain near the collar. Lipstick? Your heart felt heavy. You didn’t want to believe it… but you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

Something was wrong. Lucien was hiding something from you...maybe… he wasn’t just yours anymore.