The Scent of Betrayal, A Marriage Unravels

Rowan Bradford, my spouse, taught chemistry at Ashford University. His loving nature and attentiveness had always been constants in our marriage. Even after years together, people often remarked that I still had the appearance of a carefree college student. Each anniversary, Rowan would surprise me with a thoughtful present. Our friends frequently commented on how we seemed like the ideal pair, from our days in school uniforms to our wedding attire. I had always believed this to be true. However, just moments ago, as I helped him remove his coat, a small container tumbled out. I retrieved it, observing it