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Guilty as hell afterward, but it was just fantasy. The discovery happened on a Tuesday afternoon. Mark was out pounding pavement for interviews, and Sam had run to the gym, leaving her laptop open on the kitchen table. I wasn’t snooping—at least, that’s what I told myself. I needed to check my email for a job application, and my phone was dead. Her screen was unlocked, browser tabs glowing. One caught my eye: a site called “OnlyFans Dashboard.” Curiosity bit me hard. I clicked it. Mistake number one.