I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who installs hidden cameras in her own property.
But when my husband’s “business trips” started sounding hollow and an old neighbor called with questions, my gut told me there was more to Luke’s absences than spreadsheets and client meetings.
For seven years, I thought I had the marriage everyone secretly envied. Luke and I moved through life like perfectly synchronized swimmers. Supporting each other’s careers, planning weekend getaways, and dreaming about the family we’d start “someday soon.”
I was so caught up in the performance of our perfect life that I missed all the warning signs.
I work as a senior editor at a publishing house in Chicago, and the past year has been chaos.
My team had taken on three major releases, and I was drowning in manuscripts, author meetings, and marketing plans.
Most nights, I’d collapse into bed around midnight while thinking about tomorrow’s deadlines.
I remember how Luke would look at me, smile, and mumble something about how hard I worked.
Looking back, I realize how convenient my distraction was for him.
Two years ago, I inherited a quiet little lake house from my grandmother.
It’s in northern Wisconsin, tucked away between tall pines and crystal-clear water, at the end of a barely paved road.
It’s old-school cozy, but full of charm and memories.
I spent every summer there growing up, catching fireflies, baking peach cobbler with my grandma, and reading on the dock until my skin turned golden.
After grandma passed, she left it to me, and it became my safe place.
I made it very clear to Luke that it was mine. I let him visit, and we even stayed there one weekend to paint the bathroom and clean out the attic.
But that was it.
He never had a key.
Never went alone. At least, not that I knew of.
For the past six months, Luke’s been going on a lot of “business trips.” He told me he was traveling more due to a “client pipeline expansion.”
I didn’t question it much.
To be honest, I was too busy with work to think about it.
He’d say he’d be back in a few days, and I’d get to enjoy quiet evenings with my dog and overpriced takeout.
Everything was going well until the morning I learned something unexpected.
I was rushing to get ready for work, hair still wet from the shower, when my phone rang.
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