He picked up the envelope, his heart pounding. Inside, a letter addressed to her—but not written by anyone he recognized. The handwriting was sharp, deliberate, filled with words meant only for someone intimate. His mind raced. Who could this be from? And why hadn’t she mentioned it?
The Investigation Begins
John tried to stay calm, rationalizing possible explanations. Maybe it was work-related, or perhaps a distant friend he’d never met. But deep down, doubt crept in. That evening, when she woke up and greeted him with a smile, he struggled to return it fully.
“Oh, yes,” she replied, stretching lazily. “I just needed some time alone today.”
Her answer did little to quell his suspicions. Over the next few days, John observed more closely—the late-night phone calls she avoided discussing, the sudden bursts of laughter during texts, and the way she seemed distracted whenever they spent time together.
Finally, one night, he confronted her gently, holding the letter in trembling hands. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”
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