It was close to midnight when my phone buzzed, dragging me out of a restless half-sleep.
I had been telling myself my wife, Claire, was safely across the country, attending a business conference in New York. She’d kissed me goodbye just three days earlier, promising long days of meetings and late nights prepping. That same evening, she texted me: Meetings are crazy.
Already miss you. So, when I saw my brother Daniel’s name pop up on my screen, I assumed he’d dialed by mistake. He managed a boutique resort in Maui and wasn’t the type to call randomly—especially at midnight.
“Danny?” I answered, still foggy. His voice was unusually sharp. “Sorry to call this late, but I need to ask—where’s Claire?”
I sat up, confused.
“What do you mean? She’s in New York for work. Why?”
He hesitated.
“No, she’s not, man. She’s here. She checked into the resort three hours ago.”
My heart started racing.
“You sure?”
“Checked in under her real name,” he said, voice low. “With a guy. They used your card to book the Ocean View suite.”
My blood went cold.
“What does the guy look like?”
“Tall, built, beard. He registered as Eric Monroe. Ring any bells?”
The name stabbed.
Eric—Claire’s charming coworker, the one she mentioned in passing. “Funny guy,” she’d once said. “Totally married though.”
“She said she’d be stuck in meetings all week,” I muttered, already tossing the sheets off me.
“You’re not the first guy she’s fooled,” Daniel said. “But I’ve got your back. Want proof?”
I clenched the phone.
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