I woke up that morning with the strange feeling that something was wrong\u2014like the air in the room didn\u2019t quite belong to me anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was supposed to be the start of a dream vacation. Mark\u2019s 35th birthday. Florida. Sun, relaxation, and a rare chance for him to reconnect with his parents. I had planned everything for months. Flights. A five-star, all-inclusive resort. Every detail paid for, every confirmation email sitting neatly in my inbox.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wanted to give him something unforgettable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The night before, Mark surprised me with chamomile tea. That alone should have set off alarms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He never made tea. Ever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve been so busy,\u201d he said with a soft smile. \u201cI figured this might help you sleep before our early flight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I laughed it off. Trusted him. Drank it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next thing I remember was sunlight burning through the curtains and silence so deep it felt unnatural.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His side of the bed was empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My phone was on the nightstand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One message.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tried to wake you, but you were completely out. We couldn\u2019t miss the flight. I logged into your airline account and gave your ticket to Mom\u2019s friend so it wouldn\u2019t go to waste. Hope you understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I read it three times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then my stomach dropped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had never slept that deeply in my life\u2014except once, years earlier, after taking valerian. Which Mark knew I reacted badly to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t cry. Anger burned too cleanly for that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Instead, I booked the next flight. Business class. Outrageously expensive. Worth every cent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By sunset, I was standing in the hallway of the resort I had paid for, knocking on the door of the suite booked under my husband\u2019s name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A woman answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was young. Polished. Confident in a way that made my chest tighten.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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