I ran into the master bathroom. Her makeup, her toothbrush, her towels. Gone. It was as if they had been meticulously erased from existence. Every trace of the life we had built together over the last five years had been packed up and hauled away in the span of the eight hours I had been gone.

My chest was heaving as I staggered back into the bedroom. That was when I saw it. Sitting perfectly in the dead center of the bare mattress was a thick, sealed manila envelope. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely grip the paper.

I tore the top off the envelope, flipping it upside down. A heavy stack of glossy photographs and several folded documents slid out, scattering across the mattress. I looked down, and my breath physically caught in my throat. They were photographs of me. And Vanessa.

The pictures were exceptionally high quality, clearly taken with a professional zoom lens, and each one had a bright red time-and-date stamp in the bottom corner. There was a photo of me opening my car door for Vanessa at 10:14 AM. A photo of us walking out of a restaurant, holding hands, at 1:30 PM.

A photo taken through the glass window of the jewelry store, perfectly capturing me handing my credit card to the cashier while Vanessa kissed my cheek, time-stamped 3:45 PM. The private investigator hadn’t just followed me today. Beneath those photos were dozens more. Photos of my car parked outside Vanessa’s apartment last Tuesday.

Photos of us at a bar a month ago. A massive, undeniable mountain of evidence documenting my betrayal, day by day, dollar by dollar. Underneath the photographs was a single piece of lined notebook paper. It was Hannah’s handwriting, but the neat, steady strokes looked nothing like the exhausted woman I had kissed that morning.

Trevor, I smelled her on you the day we brought Grace home from the hospital. You thought you were so careful, but you always reeked of cheap cologne and lies. I hired an investigator six weeks ago. I already knew everything, but my lawyer told me to be patient.

I waited, and I smiled at you, and I let you kiss me goodbye this morning knowing exactly whose bed you were heading to. While you were swiping our savings away on diamond bracelets today, my father and brothers brought a moving truck.