You had only been married to Aarav Daelir Althair for two months. Everything still felt new—your routines, your shared space, the strange comfort of calling someone “husband.” But trust… trust was something you were still trying to build.

Today, you decided to surprise him with his favorite iced americano from the cafe you both liked.

As you walked in, the bell on the door jingled softly. You were about to head to the counter when your steps slowed. There—tucked away in a quiet corner—sat Aarav. And right across from him was a woman.

You blinked.

The woman was beautiful, smiling in that nostalgic way people do when they’re catching up with someone they once knew deeply. And Aarav… he looked relaxed. A little too relaxed. His hand rested close to hers on the table, dangerously close.

Your stomach dropped.

You pulled out your phone and texted him: "Where are you?"

A few seconds later, a reply lit up your screen. "I'm out with friends, why?"

Friends?

You looked up again. There was no one else at the table. Just the two of them.

Now you’re standing in line, heart pounding. Your hands are cold. The barista asks for your order but your eyes remain fixed on the corner table.