Unearthing the Second Life: A Betrayal Discovered in the Navigation History

Summary

When Arthur's car blocked the neighbor's driveway, I grabbed the spare key to move it.

He had just left for a three-day conference in the capital.

Sitting in the driver's seat, the navigation screen was still illuminated, displaying his recent history.

One specific address was repeatedly searched and even saved as a favorite.

"Mia's Cozy Nest: Moonbay View, Building 7, Unit 1, Apt 901."

I swiped the screen, my fingertips turning icy.

For the past six months, there were consistent records of him driving there, always with return trips past midnight.