Ethan didn’t come home all night.The next morning, a new contact appeared on my phone—an unfamiliar number. I tapped the profile picture—it was Rose, her gentle, harmless face staring back at me.We barely knew each other. Other than knowing she was Ethan’s female confidante, we had no connection. I had no idea how she got my number, yet for some inexplicable reason, I didn’t block it.Almost the moment I opened the chat, she sent a photo—without a single word.It was taken in a hotel room. Ethan lay on the bed shirtless, fast asleep. Rose wore his white shirt, nestled against him, and flashed a V sign at the camera. Her smile was both triumphant and teasing.Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, daylight poured in. Time, place, and people—it was all painfully obvious.Looking at the photo, my heart froze and shattered into countless pieces. Yesterday he was at the bar; this morning, he was already in the hotel. Seamless.I turned off my phone, expressionless, and walked into t
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