Emma lay awake, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. Michael slept peacefully beside her, but her mind was restless. Jessica’s message replayed in her mind, igniting a mix of fear and jealousy she couldn’t ignore. She knew she needed answers.
Their night had been passionate. Michael had whispered sweet nothings to her, reassuring her again and again that she was the only one in his heart, and Jessica was firmly in his past. They had made love tenderly, with Michael trying hard to erase her doubts. But despite the passion and the promises, a lingering unease remained in Emma's heart.
Later that morning, as they prepared breakfast together, Emma decided it was time to confront Michael. “Michael, can we talk about something important?”
Michael looked up from the stove, s
