I was heading on a business trip when my flight was canceled. I came home early and opened the door to a stranger wearing my robe. She smiled and said, ‘You’re the realtor, right?’ I nodded and stepped inside.

“Thank you,” she replied warmly. “We just moved in together a few months ago.”

Together.

I nodded, pretending to inspect the living room while my mind raced. If I confronted her now, she’d scream. If I called Ethan out, he’d lie. I needed to know how far this went.

“So,” I asked casually, “how long have you two been married?”

She laughed. “Married? No, but we’re engaged. The ring’s being resized.”

The hallway spun.

She led me toward the bedroom, chatting about renovation plans. On the dresser sat a framed photo—Ethan and her at the beach. Dated last summer. That was when he’d told me he was on a work retreat.

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