orse: secretly funneling money to her ex-boyfriend, Ben Carter. Every bonus sh
ed her phone, a device once mirroring our supposed trust. Inside, a hidden album r
ticulously replaced with Ben' s. She beamed, looking not at me, but
heart belonged to another. I had tried to fill our empty home with my lov
, only to erase me from it? The betrayal cut deeper than simple infidelit
nything. It was over. I began the quiet, meticulous work of dismantling