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I Saw My Wife’s Boss Dropping Her Off At Midnight… She Tried To Explain, But I… Her voice carried that defensive edge I’d come to recognize over the past year—the one that appeared whenever questions got too close to answers she didn’t want to give. “Why are you interrogating me?” she snapped, standing up and brushing invisible dust from her coat. “I had a long day. Can we not do this right now?” I studied her face under the hallway light. The makeup was subtle but deliberate. Not her usual rushed work look. This was effort. Planning. Intent. “Funny,” I said quietly. “You didn’t mention a team dinner.” “I forgot,” she replied too quickly. “I didn’t think it mattered.” That was the thing about lies. They weren’t dramatic. They didn’t announce themselves with shaking hands or wild stories. They slipped in casually, pretending to be insignificant. Sarah moved past me toward the kitchen, opening the fridge like this was any other night. Like a man hadn’t just dropped her off in a car worth more than our mortgage. Like I hadn’t watched her laugh the way she used to laugh with me. “Do you want some tea?” she asked, back turned. “No.” She paused, then closed the fridge. Slowly, she turned around. “What is this really about?” she asked. “You’ve been distant for weeks.” I almost laughed. The audacity of it. The way betrayal so often arrived wrapped in accusation. “I’ve been working,” I said. “Trying to keep this house running. Trying to keep us running.” She crossed her arms. “You’re always working.” “And you’re always ‘at the office.’” Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. Her eyes flicked away first.