His words shook me, planting a seed of suspicion I couldn’t ignore.

Arthur and I had built a life that seemed solid. We met through a book club, fell in love quickly, and married surrounded by friends and family.

Our days were filled with familiar routines — pancakes on weekends, afternoon walks, movie nights. To everyone else, Arthur seemed like the ideal husband: hard-working, devoted, dependable. His father’s death had already left us reeling, and the last thing I expected was to find myself questioning our marriage in the middle of such a loss.

That night, I carefully asked Arthur about Rachel, his childhood friend and his father’s longtime assistant. He denied everything, brushing off my questions as grief-induced suspicion.

But I couldn’t ignore Ben’s words.

The next day, I logged into the old shared work