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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

The Scent of Betrayal, A Marriage Unravels

The package was carefully wrapped with an elegant ribbon, and a tiny card was attached. The message read, [For Mr. Rowan Bradford.]


He instantly recognized my penmanship, causing his pulse to quicken.


With shaky fingers, he undid the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside lay a cellphone.


He eagerly picked it up, realizing it was mine.


I had erased all applications from my phone except for one: Instagram.


He clicked on the app and discovered only one conversation remaining.


He accessed it and there they were. Several videos sent by Marion were visible.


The identical videos that had been displayed on the large screen earlier that day.


In that instant, Rowan finally grasped why I had vanished.


"So she's aware of everything... she knows it all..." Rowan whispered.


His thoughts raced back to the call I made before departing. He had been too engrossed with Marion, too absorbed in their relationship, to notice anything unusual about me.


Chapter 9