Chapter 2

I stealthily retrieved his phone.

The screen lit up, the lock screen still our Maldives wedding photo from three years ago.

Ryan's arm was around my waist, and my eyes curved into crescents from smiling in the sunlight.

My fingerprint still unlocked it.

He hadn't thought to hide this from me yet.

My SnapChat was pinned at the top, our chat history stopping at this morning's – Remember to buy milk.

His text messages were all delivery notifications.

The call log for the past week only showed me, his mom, and the delivery guy.

I tapped on the DoorDash app; all the order addresses were for the Downtown Tech Hub and Maplewood Residences, Unit 902.

His Uber rides were strictly between work and home.

Too clean.

Clean like a meticulously scrubbed crime scene.

I was about to lock the screen.

Ding!

A Mobile Legends notification popped up: Your friend "InvincibleRyan" has invited you to a ranked match.

My finger, seemingly of its own accord, tapped open the game.

It led me into a private chat.

There were only two people: my husband and "SugarBaby."

I scrolled through the private chat.

The world spun around me.