It all began when my wife returned from a party with her friends, carrying the scent of a men’s cologne that wasn’t mine—and in the end, it led to someone losing everything.

The preview showed only one line.

Last night was reckless. He suspects something.

No name. Just an unsaved number.

The shower ran upstairs, steady and distant. My pulse pounded so hard it seemed to shake the phone.

Then another message appeared.