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When Stacy came home from Nashville in a long-sleeve shirt, I noticed before she even reached baggage claim. It was ninety degrees outside, the airport was packed with people in shorts and tank tops, and my wife had thick cotton sleeves pulled almost to her knuckles. I smiled because I was happy to see her, but something in my chest tightened when she tugged the fabric lower as I reached for her suitcase. \u201cAren\u2019t you hot?\u201d I asked, trying to keep my voice light. She said the trip had been wonderful and that she wasn\u2019t ready to take off the souvenir yet. It sounded harmless, but Stacy always washed new clothes before wearing them, and she had never been sentimental about gift-shop shirts. By the time we got home and she changed into another long-sleeve top from winter, I knew she was hiding something.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019m Colin, and Stacy and I had been married seven years, long enough to know each other\u2019s habits better than our own. She taught third grade, helped manage her mother\u2019s doctor appointments, and carried so much responsibility that I had practically pushed her onto that girls\u2019 trip with Brooke, Tessa, and April. We weren\u2019t rich, but we were steady: a mortgage, two paid-off cars, health insurance through my job, and a small investment account we added to whenever life didn\u2019t drain the checking account first. Trust had always been the floor under our marriage. I had never checked her phone, never questioned her stories, never wondered if another man had a place in her heart. But that night, while she slept on the couch with the television flickering against the wall, her sleeve slid up past her elbow and I saw fresh black letters on her lower arm. DYLAN. My name was not Dylan, and I had never heard my wife say that name once.<\/p>\n

I did not wake her up because I was afraid of what I might say. I left the house, met my friend Rowan at a bar, and sat across from him feeling like my whole life had been quietly refinanced behind my back. The next morning, Stacy acted normal, humming over coffee and asking if I wanted eggs, her sleeves still pulled down. Then she mentioned the $300 birthday money from her aunt and casually asked what kind of arm tattoo I thought she should get. My stomach dropped because I realized she wanted to cover it before I noticed. I said flowers, because I wanted badly enough to save my marriage that I was ready to pretend I had seen nothing. Then her phone lit up with a girls\u2019 trip message: \u201cDid he notice it yet? Because I\u2019m worried that if he knows\u2026\u201d Stacy was in the bathroom, my hands were shaking, and when I opened the group chat, I read the line that made everything worse: Dylan meant something to her before she met him.<\/p>\n

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