Chapter 4 - The Secret RoomThat night, Dylan left the hospital.

He said he had work.

I didn't believe him.

For the first time, I followed him.

Not physically.

Digitally.

Years earlier, Dylan had given me access to our shared cloud account.

I opened it.

There were hundreds of files.

Most were ordinary.

Business documents.

Family photographs.

Vacation pictures.

Then I found a folder.

Sierra — Personal.

My hands went cold.

I opened it.

Messages.

Photographs.

Bank transfers.

Hotel reservations.

Dates.

Years.

The most recent message was from three months earlier.

Sierra: I still wish things had been different.

Dylan's response:

They can be. I'm just waiting for the right time.

I stopped breathing.

Another message.

Sierra: What about Elena?

Dylan:

She won't fight me. She never does.

I stared at the screen.

My hands trembled.

Then I found something worse.

A document.

A draft divorce agreement.

It had been created six months earlier.

Dylan had already planned to leave me.

He had simply been waiting.

Waiting until Haley was older.

Waiting until Sierra was ready.

Waiting until he could rewrite the story.

I printed everything.

Then I sat in the dark.

Five years.

Five years of believing my marriage had problems that could be fixed.

Five years of making excuses.

Five years of watching my husband love another woman from a distance.

And now I had proof.

I wasn't imagining it.

I wasn't paranoid.

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I had been betrayed.