The Receipt That Exposed Them

I only reached into Mark’s gym bag to grab his water bottle, but I pulled out a receipt that didn't

make sense. It was from a high-end jewelry boutique in a city three hours away—dated

for last Tuesday, the day he claimed he was stuck in back-to-back meetings at the local office.

My heart hammered. This wasn't just a business trip; it was a paper trail. I checked my own

jewelry box—nothing. Then I remembered my best friend Sarah’s post from that night, showing off a "surprise

gift" from an anonymous admirer. Every piece of the puzzle slammed into place. The late nights,

the "exhaustion," and the sudden detachment weren't from work. He was using our shared account to

fund a life with the person I trusted most. When I confronted him,