I wasn’t looking for anything. I also didn’t have that sick, suspicious itch that women in bad marriages describe.
No offense. This is not a jab.
I wasn’t insecure or paranoid. He kissed me goodbye in the mornings, held doors open for me, and still sent Just Because flowers. We had date night every Friday, and he made dinner on Thursdays.
So when I opened his wallet to pay for the sushi delivery, I wasn’t hunting for anything.
But a small neat white card fell out.
Mirage Heights Boutique Hotel
Gold Status – Exclusive Member
I blinked.
We didn’t go to hotels in the city. We had a house with a balcony and a f*****g garden. Our vacations were in villas, not “boutique getaways” with free robes and mirrored ceilings.
I turned the card over.
His name was embossed in silver.
Marcus
