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3 AM. I walk through the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The shower\u2019s set to my temperature.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My stomach drops.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My husband\u2019s a military instructor-six-foot-three of muscle and zero attention span. He always cranks it to 145\u00b0F, hot enough to scald. NEVER remembers to turn it back down.\u00a0<\/p>\n
One week away, and suddenly he\u2019s considerate?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wrap the towel tighter. \u201cDid you hit your head or something?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He flashes that grin, mock-salutes. \u201cBabe, I swear-won\u2019t happen again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Babe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turn back to the bathroom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When the steam clears: two sets of handprints smeared across the glass. And coiled in the drain-one long black hair.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Cute.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I text my cousin at his academy:\u00a0<\/p>\n
[Black hair. Long. 5\u20195\u2033. Find her. $50K]\u00a0<\/p>\n
Three seconds later:\u00a0<\/p>\n
[OH IT\u2019S ON. That homewrecking slut is DONE!!!]\u00a0<\/p>\n
What kind of woman showers in a married man\u2019s bathroom?\u00a0<\/p>\n
The answer\u2019s pretty fucking obvious.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Worse than the hair? Those handprints on the glass. I can see exactly how they were positioned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Five years of marriage. Five years of Zach being perfect.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Military family golden boy. Charming. Attentive. Everything a husband should be.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Never in a million years did I think we\u2019d end up here.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My phone buzzes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It\u2019s my cousin Emma-photo attached.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zach\u2019s surrounded by students on the academy field. Front and center? A girl crouched down, looking up at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Short. Long black hair. Baby face. Huge doe eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even through the grainy photo, you can see the youth radiating off her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She\u2019s smiling at him like he hung the goddamn moon.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I inhale sharply. The air feels like ice picks stabbing into my lungs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Emma\u2019s messages keep coming:\u00a0<\/p>\n
[His class this year. Med student. Senior. Naomi Warren.]\u00a0<\/p>\n
[Can\u2019t believe someone who looks that innocent is such a snake.]\u00a0<\/p>\n
I transfer the money immediately:\u00a0<\/p>\n
[Don\u2019t do anything. I\u2019ll handle it.]\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Zach wakes up, I\u2019ve already locked my expression down tight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He sees the dark circles under my eyes and his face crumples with concern. \u201cBabe, did you sleep at all?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I want to throw Naomi\u2019s name in his face. Instead, I smile softly. \u201cJet lag\u2019s brutal.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pushes me gently back onto the bed, presses a kiss to my forehead. \u201cI shouldn\u2019t have kept you up last night. Sleep more. I\u2019ll call you when breakfast is ready.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still so fucking perfect.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the table, he\u2019s suddenly rushing through his food. I frown. \u201cI thought you didn\u2019t have class today?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMed students have a field drill. I need to supervise.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He\u2019s halfway out the door when I say quietly, \u201cDid you forget what today is?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He freezes. Glances at his phone. His face falls. \u201cShit. Your dad\u2019s memorial. I\u2019m so sorry-I promised I\u2019d go with you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cBut this drill\u2019s been scheduled for weeks-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I laugh coldly inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGo. I want to talk to him alone anyway.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He leaves immediately.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After the cemetery, I head straight to the academy field.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The med students are running emergency response drills.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zach blows his whistle. \u201cPair up. We\u2019re practicing CPR.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Everyone scrambles into groups-except one girl left standing alone in the center.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Students start shouting:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYo, who\u2019s giving Naomi mouth-to-mouth?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWho do you think? Coach would lose his shit if anyone else touched her!\u201d.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Naomi makes a face at them, laughing. \u201cYou guys are disgusting! There\u2019s nothing dirty about CPR!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s literally a medical procedure!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zach clears his throat. \u201cAlright, alright. It\u2019s just a demo. Settle down.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he waves her over. \u201cNaomi, lie down.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She does.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And he leans down and kisses her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Right on the mouth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In front of everyone,\u00a0<\/p>\n
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