I think my girlfriend is hiding something. We've been living together in the same apartment for a long time, but there's one room she forbids me from entering—no explanations, just a firm "no." And every time I try to bring it up, she smoothly changes the topic.

Lately, things have gotten even stranger. In the middle of the night, I sometimes wake up to find her missing from bed. No texts, no notes, just gone. At first, I thought maybe she was working late or needed space, but now the suspicion is gnawing at me. Could she be cheating on me?

Today, while doing our laundry, I started loading clothes into the washing machine, one by one, when something unusual caught my eye—a Spiderwoman suit. It’s definitely not mine, and as far as I know, it shouldn’t belong to her either. My girlfriend, Spiderwoman? No way. Maybe she’s just a fan...but even that feels off.

I didn’t have time to dwell on it for long. The sound of the front door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. Without hesitation, I grabbed the suit and walked straight to her, holding it up as soon as she stepped inside.

“Is this yours?”