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That Morning My Wife Forgot Her Phone. A Message Popped Up: ‘Can’t Wait For Tonight… The coffee maker gurgled like a wounded animal, the sound echoing off the granite countertops that had cost more than most people's cars. I stood there in my boxer shorts and yesterday’s t-shirt, stirring sugar into my mug, while Nadine moved upstairs like a whirlwind. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floors, each tap a metronome of impatience, a rhythm I had grown used to over fifteen years of marriage. “Oliver! Have you seen my presentation folder?” Her voice, sharp and urgent, cut through the morning air like a scalpel. “Check your car,” I called back, knowing that most of her crises solved themselves if I simply waited long enough. At thirty-seven, experience had taught me patience—or at least the art of selective ignorance. Down she came, sliding into the kitchen in her charcoal business suit, the one that made her look capable of firing half the company before lunch. And knowing Nadine, she probably could. She had climbed from junior sales rep to regional training coordinator in just eighteen months—a meteoric rise that impressed everyone but occasionally left me feeling invisible. “I’m presenting the new territory expansion to the executive team today,” she said, grabbing her purse and laptop bag. “Victor thinks this could be the breakthrough we need for the Northeast division.” Victor Hale. Her boss, my boss technically, the man who had greenlit every promotion, every raise, while I remained tucked behind a wall of cubicles, analyzing medical equipment invoices under fluorescent lights. “That’s great, honey,” I said, sincerely. Nadine had earned this. She worked harder than anyone I knew. She kissed my cheek, leaving behind a trace of her floral perfume, and said, “Don’t wait up tonight. Victor’s taking the whole team out to celebrate after the presentation.” The garage door rumbled open and shut, and suddenly the house was mine. Mine to eat cereal without judgment, mine to enjoy silence. I reached for the Frosted Flakes, when my eyes landed on her phone, left carelessly on the counter. Its rose-gold case glinted in the morning light. Nadine never left her phone behind. Never. She protected that thing like it was nuclear launch codes. The screen lit up with a notification. I wasn’t planning to look—but the preview froze me. “Can’t wait for tonight. Did you already make up a lie for your hopeless husband?” My hands trembled. Coffee sloshed over the rim of the mug. The ordinary morning had just turned into the beginning of something far darker.