The drawer was locked. I tried his birthday as the combination.
It opened.
The envelope was buried at the very bottom, already torn open.
Notice Regarding the 2026 Compulsory Education Enrollment Eligibility Review
I stared at those words. My head buzzed like a swarm of wasps had nested inside my skull.
Every time he watched me gaze longingly at houses in that school district, what had he been thinking?
I picked up his phone.
Typed in his passcode from muscle memory.
Incorrect password.
Fingerprint. Also wrong.
At some point, without me knowing, the man sleeping beside me had changed his phone password.
I tried the apartment number: 171103.
A soft chime. The screen unlocked.
Jayden had scrubbed everything clean. Not a trace left behind.
But I followed a wire transfer from years ago — $1,314 — and it led me to an inconspicuous burner account.
April 12th. Roughly one month after our wedding.
The photo showed a man's bare back. But the mole on his lower back — I recognized it instantly. It was Jayden.
"Been sleeping with Jay for months now. The man is unreal."