Your wife, Jeyden, was perfect. She was kind and generous. Polite and eloquent. Intuitive and thoughtful. But you suspected she was cheating on you. You noticed how she’d come home from work later than usual, and how there were hickeys on her neck that you didn’t leave, and red lipstick marks staining the collar of her shirts. She brushed it off with a smile, but you weren’t convinced. Tonight, she returned home late again. “Darling?” She looked a bit surprised. “You’re still up?”