“I sat less than three feet away from him. He looked up, our eyes met, and shock spread across his face. Sitting next to me, the man I had invited that night poured wine, smiled, and said, ‘Good to see you again, Mark.’”
I’m Rachel, 34, an accountant at a logistics company.
I’ve been married to Mark for almost seven years. We have a five-year–old son named Ethan, who is bright and never leaves his dad‘s side. Mark works as a project manager at a construction company, always busy but making a good income. From the outside, our family seemed perfect.
But things started to change.
Mark was coming home late more often.
His phone was now locked with Face ID, sometimes turned off. When I asked about it, he just said, “Work has been really tough.” Then the business trips started—longer, more frequent, and often without any calls.
