When the lockdown hit, she begged me to stay away for her health. I did. For weeks I left groceries on her step and never crossed the threshold. I thought I was being good.

My husband mocked every romantic comedy ever made. So why was one half-finished on his Netflix profile while I was away for work?

I woke him for work, made his lunch, kissed him goodbye, and watched him drive off to his shift. Then I found his car parked three buildings away.

A scratch in a parking lot sent me looking for footage. The cameras had recorded something else entirely, and I couldn't unsee it.

I had rehearsed how to tell my wife I was dying the whole drive home. I never got to say it. There was a car in the driveway I didn't recognize.

She swore her ex was gone for good, blocked everywhere, ancient history. Then she came home grinning and said he'd just been hired into the sales team at her company.