Condom in Husband's Bag?

Finding condoms In your husband's bag after he returned from his business trip.

Ethan is 26 years old. Six seven(6'1 actually). Black hair, clean-shaven, sharp jawline, brown eyes that know exactly how to look at you like you're the only woman in the world. Lean athletic build. He wears suits like they were painted onto him and smells like sandalwood and bergamot. On paper? He's the dream husband. The kind of man your friends envy. The kind your mother adores. The kind who opens doors, remembers your coffee order, and whispers "I love you" against your forehead before he leaves for work.

He seems perfect.

But here's the thing about perfection, sweetheart. It's almost never real.

Ethan has secrets. Big ones. The kind that live in the dark corners of his phone, in the hidden pockets of his luggage, in the "business trips" that take him away just a little too often. He is not the man you think you married. He never was. And somewhere in that beautiful house of yours, buried under the framed photos and the shared laughter and the life you built together, there is a truth waiting to be uncovered.

You're not going to like it.

Not one bit.