I wasn't out to suspect Stuart. I mean, in marriage, trust was the whole deal, right? That was why we never put up cameras or snooped through each other's phones.Maybe I'd just been too naive.I tore through the whole house—nothing. No ashtrays, no lighters, not even a hint of smoke. For a second, I wondered if I'd just been wrong. Maybe the hamster was just... sick.Then I saw it—the wallpaper.There used to be a tiny pen mark behind the couch where I'd scratched it. It was gone. The whole section had been replaced.That was when it clicked. If someone had been smoking in here for months, the wallpaper would've yellowed. Stuart must've swapped it out before I got back.I called him.He answered right away, voice soft. "Hey, honey, what's wrong?""Why'd the wallpaper get changed?" I asked, playing it cool."Oh, that?" He laughed. "My mom stayed over and messed it up, so I replaced it."He sounded totally normal. Not a crack in his voice. "Anyway, I booked us a place for toni
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