I kissed my husband goodbye before his business trip—only to see him just hours later at a restaurant with a woman I didn’t recognize.

Marina carefully folded the last shirt and placed it in Alexey’s suitcase. After many years together, packing for his trips had become a quiet, meaningful ritual she took pride in. “Don’t forget your laptop charger,” she reminded him as she zipped the bag closed. Alexey glanced nervously at his watch.“Thanks, love. The taxi’s waiting—I need…