I stared at the screen until the dates blurred.
Six visits.
Six lies.
I took screenshots of every entry and uploaded them to a cloud folder Damon couldn’t access.
Then I texted Claire.
“Thank you again for helping plan the baby shower. We should all have dinner with Owen this weekend.”
She replied within a minute.
“I’d love that! ❤️”
My stomach turned.
She could lie to me that easily.
That evening, Damon acted like the perfect husband.
He asked about the ultrasound.
He kissed my forehead.
He even held the tiny baby shoes we’d bought together and smiled.
I smiled back.
Not because I forgave him.
Because I needed him to believe I suspected nothing.
The next morning, while Damon was in the shower, I copied our phone records and downloaded our bank statements.
There were dozens of lunch charges and hotel parking fees on days he claimed to be working late.
Each one lined up almost perfectly with Claire’s visits.
I wasn’t looking for revenge.
I was looking for the truth.
Before saying anything, I called Owen.
“Can we meet? Just the two of us.”
He sounded surprised.
“Sure. Is everything okay?”
“I wish it were.”
That afternoon, we met at a quiet coffee shop.
I handed him my phone.
He looked at the security log.
Then at the photograph.
Then back at me.
His face slowly lost all color.
“No,” he whispered.
“I’m so sorry.”
He rubbed his hands over his face.
“I’ve been traveling for work during almost every one of those dates.”
Neither of us spoke for a long time.
Finally, Owen asked, “What do you want to do?”
