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.

If he finds out about the transfer, we’re both finished.

I stared at the screen, a cold wave moving through me.

This wasn’t just about perfume anymore. Not just about an affair.

Whatever Claire had brought home that night wasn’t only another man’s scent.

It was the smell of something collapsing.