My Wife Packed Her Lover

Summary

I came home early from my business trip, only to find the living room door deadbolted from the inside.

That wasn’t like her. Lydia was many things—brilliant, icy, meticulous—but she wasn’t someone who locked herself away in her own home.

Something was wrong.

I pressed the doorbell. It took thirty seconds—an eternity in a silent house—before she finally pulled it open.

I spent the next few minutes pretending to unpack, my eyes darting across every corner of the house. I checked the guest room, the laundry room, even the master closet. Nothing. No one.