I closed my eyes.
Marcus had used our marriage itself as the excuse for why he couldn’t fully commit to any of them.
It’s complicated.
We’re basically separated.
We’re still living together because of the house.
Olivia had been the person who finally started pulling at the thread.
She became suspicious because Marcus would never spend weekends with her.
He rarely stayed overnight unless he claimed he was traveling.
He kept her isolated inside a very carefully controlled version of his life.
Eventually, she found a tagged photograph from a charity event.
Then our anniversary pictures.
Then photographs from our vacations.
There we were publicly.
A married couple.
No separation.
No complicated housing arrangement.
Just a husband and wife with an ordinary life.
Olivia confronted him.
Marcus told her it was complicated.
Then he stopped answering her messages.
But Olivia didn’t simply disappear.
She started searching.
