Tania couldn’t shake the gnawing unease that had settled into her mind since Ethan’s suspicious behavior the night before. His sudden apology had been too smooth, too quick. She paced their bedroom, her fingers clenching into fists as her thoughts spiraled. He knows something, she thought, her heart racing. She was sure of it.
The missing company funds. Ethan’s cold, emotionless gaze. His distant touches. Tania glanced at herself in the mirror, but the reflection seemed foreign. The smile she had plastered on earlier now felt grotesque, a mask that is barely hiding her crumbling sense of control.
Grabbing her phone, she dialed her accountant, only for the call to go unanswered. The silence on the other end made her feel more exposed. What if Ethan was onto me? The questions swirled in he
