For two weeks, I played the perfect wife. I smiled over breakfast, asked about his day, and even suggested we take a weekend trip together. Meanwhile, I quietly gathered every shred of evidence I could find. Screenshots of the talent agency. Printed emails with Rachel. Bank records showing my transfers. And photos of them together.
I built a file thick enough to bury Travis alive. Finally, I was ready.
“Travis, I want to do something special this Friday,” I said over dinner, keeping my voice light and loving. “It’s been so stressful with Lily’s recovery. Let’s have a nice evening at home. I’ll even invite someone to join us.”
He looked up from his pasta, smiling. “That sounds great. Who are you thinking of inviting?”
“Just someone I think you should meet,” I said, returning his smile. “It’ll be a surprise.”
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