passing message. They were supposed to be on the same page, building
, dated last week, made her blood run
the laughter they'd shared. And her husband...the man she'd promised to love and cherish. She read the message again, her mind racing with questions
canning for unfamiliar numbers or suspicious calls. That's when she saw it - a number she didn't recognize,
wn number, her heart pounding in her chest.
is?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. There
s wife," she said finally. The woman's tone changed from cau
ce firm but controlled. "What do you kno
s. But...I've seen them together. They're being careless, and I think you deserve to know." H
s not what he seems." "What do you mean he's not what he seems?" she asked, her grip on the phone tightening. The woman's voice dropped to a whisper. "I've
d. The woman hesitated, then said, "Let's just say she's been playing both of you. Meet
options. "Okay, I'll meet you," she sai
oman hung up, leaving her staring at her phone in confusion. She felt a mix of emotions: anger, hurt, and a determination to uncover the truth. The r
. At 1:55 pm, a figure in a black jacket and sunglasses walked in, scanning the room. Their eyes met, and the woman nodded slightly before making her way over. "Thanks for coming," the woman said, taking a
t let you expose them without a fight." She felt a chill run down her spine. "What do you mean?" The woman hesitated before pulling out a photo. "Your husband isn't who you think he is. His real name isn't even John. He's been using
. He's been in witness protection for years, but I think he's been using that to his advantage. The people he's hiding from...they're not peop
ause I think you're in grave danger. Yo
yes scanning the room. The woman's gaze flicked to him, and she quick
ne, leaving her stari
ut of the ordinary. She decided to go to a nearby park to clear her head and process everything she'd just learned. As she sat on a bench, she pulled out her phone and began to research Alexander, the name the mysterious woman