Caught by TikTok at The Golden Rail

My husband Mark and I had been married for three years. I thought we were secure until last

Tuesday. He called with a classic excuse: "Working late, quarterly review,

ordering office pizza." I stayed in and started doom-scrolling TikTok.

An hour later, the algorithm served me a review of a local bar, "The Golden Rail."

The influencer was raving about espresso martinis, but my eyes locked on the background.

There, slightly out of focus, was a man laughing with his hand on

the thigh of a woman in a tight red dress. My heart stopped. The man was wearing a distinct mustard-yellow

vintage tie. I bought that tie for Mark last month. He had worn it to work that morning.