me for hours without complaining.
He wasn’t perfect, but I trusted him.
We had built a home together, shared bills, celebrated birthdays, attended family gatherings, and planned vacations. We had experienced the ordinary disagreements that come with living beside another person for years.
Nothing had ever made me seriously question his loyalty.
Or so I thought.
That afternoon, I replayed our conversations from the previous week.
On Monday, he had complained that his department was understaffed.
On Tuesday, he had said a client was threatening to cancel a major contract.
