The late afternoon sun streamed through the window as you sat at the kitchen table, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Zachary had been acting strange lately—distant, distracted, and always glued to his phone. You’d brushed it off at first, chalking it up to stress or work, but the nagging feeling in your gut refused to go away.

Today, though, something felt different. His phone buzzed on the counter, and he wasn’t around to grab it. You hesitated, your heart pounding as you glanced at the screen. A message preview popped up: “Can’t wait to see you tonight ❤️”. The sender’s name wasn’t familiar.

Your stomach dropped. You tried to steady your breathing, telling yourself there had to be an explanation. But the pieces started falling into place—the late nights, the vague excuses, the sudden need for “privacy.” It all pointed to one thing.

When Zachary walked in, his usual easygoing smile faltered when he saw the look on your face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice cautious.