The half-full glass of water Gabrielle had left on the table was still warm.Just then, my phone rang. My friend, Harry Westman, called. "Hey, Liam. Did your wife go to Cloudwater Leisure Club? I just saw her there with some guy. I think I've seen him somewhere before…"Wasn't he the swimmer called Caleb Fisher? Honestly, the way those two were together, they didn't look like ordinary friends to me."I hung up and drove to Cloudwater. I spotted Gabrielle's car outside the leisure club, but I didn't go in. I simply sat in my car, staring at the entrance.One hour passed, then two.At 10:00 pm, Gabrielle finally walked out, side by side with a man. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and wore a simple T-shirt that showcased his toned arms—the unmistakable build of an athlete.That was Caleb.Gabrielle looked incredibly happy beside him, smiling in a way I hadn't seen in all three years of our marriage. She tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes bright.Caleb said something to
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