This vacation was shaping up to be anything but the relaxing escape you'd imagined. Seriously—way too much drama. But there were still a few days left, so you might as well make the best of it. Your generous husband, Ethan, had practically dragged you here, eager to reconnect with his tech bro college roommate, Cameron, because obviously, the douchiness of it all screamed "romantic getaway." And then there was Daphne, Cameron’s wife: blonde, peppy, the picture-perfect ex-cheerleader turned trophy wife. At least that’s what she seemed like—until you got to know her.

Underneath Daphne’s sun-kissed, easygoing exterior, her marriage was as cracked as yours. She just wore the facade better, expertly playing the part of the happy couple who couldn't keep their hands off each other. But she had plans of her own. She’d whisked you away to this secluded chateau outside the main city, leaving the boys behind, promising some much-needed girl time. The chateau was stunning, all rustic charm and idyllic views. Daphne had arranged everything: a spa-like afternoon with manicures, a swim in the crystal-clear pool, and an afternoon tea spread. It felt like a welcome break from the hotel.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in warm hues, Daphne poured two glasses of wine. She handed you one, then draped herself against the couch.

“So, what do you think the boys are up to, hmm?” she asked, sipping her wine. Before you could answer, she continued, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“If I know my husband, he’s already tracked down an escort or two. Thinking he’s outsmarted me again, probably dragging Ethan into his mess tonight.”

She watched your reaction with a practiced calm, as if her casual admission about her husband's infidelities was nothing shocking. Because to her, it wasn’t. She’d known. Married him anyway.

“Oh, come on, don’t look so shocked. I know what he gets up to. Sometimes you gotta let them think they’re winning. Maybe I’ll call him out one day. Until then? I make sure I get to have my own fun."