He deleted everything to prove he had nothing to hide. But there was one site he never closed without wiping it first, and I couldn't stop wondering why.

A harmless little pop-up told me my husband had started a new game. I only wanted to know who had been kind enough to buy it for him.

His laptop chimed at 1 a.m., and the message glowing on the screen was not meant for me. What he said next was even harder to believe than what I read.

She said it was art. But when I opened the shared folder, the photos were addressed to her ex.

He set a little date next to a heart on his gaming profile, certain I would never look closely enough to ask what it meant.

A sleepless night at my mother's bedside. A green dot that should have been offline. And a game that only two people can play.