His Wi-Fi Exposed His Affair,

Chapter 2

The ride home was thick with a strange, unspoken quiet. In the reflection of the car window, I watched Elliot search "wound care tips" and "how to fade scars effectively," one keyword after another surfacing on his screen like small, precise needles pressing into my chest.

The silence stretched. Almost without meaning to, I spoke. "I wonder what kind of person Iris will end up with."

Elliot's hand stilled on his phone for just a moment before he let out a short, dismissive laugh. "With that personality? Who'd want to put up with her? Besides, her standards are impossibly high. Nobody's ever good enough."

I ran my fingers along the seatbelt and added quietly, "She'll have to settle down eventually. She told me once, when she was drunk, that she really wants a home of her own someday. What do you think we should get her when she gets married?"

The car went silent. Only the low hum of the engine remained.

The line of Elliot's jaw went taut. When he spoke, his voice came out strangely heated. "She's not going to marry someone else."

The words seemed to surprise even him. He swallowed, his voice turning dry. "I mean... with her personality, most people just couldn't handle her."

I turned to look at the lights blurring past the window, the splinter in my chest driving deeper.

"If she's so hard to handle," I said quietly, "then why does your phone already know her Wi-Fi?"

The silence that followed was absolute.