When Jonathan’s wife starts coming home late with strange marks on her wrists, doubt begins to seep into their once-solid marriage. One unexpected visit to her office threatens to unravel everything, until a deeper truth forces him to question not her loyalty, but how much he really sees the woman he loves.
My wife used to be home before dinner.
Always.
Even when things were hectic at work, Nara made it home in time to eat with us, help Lena with her homework, and maybe squeeze in one of those murder mystery shows she swore she didn’t like.
She’s the one of the leads of accounting at a large company. Nara is smart, organized, the kind of woman who never loses track of time.
But lately, things had changed.
She started coming home well past Lena’s bedtime.
Every single night.
“We’re in the middle of something big. I have to stay late. It’s just work,” she’d said when I asked.
I wanted to believe her.
My wife has never given me a reason not to. Still, I couldn’t shake the unease in my gut. The hardest part?
When our 10-year-old, Lena Rose, started frowning and shaking her head.
“Is Mom coming home tonight?” she’d ask, picking at whatever dinner I’d thrown together that evening.
It was about a week into Nara’s ‘new routine’ when I noticed the marks.
She was in the bathroom, brushing her hair after a shower.
I barely had the energy to keep my eyes open, but I hadn’t seen her properly in days.
“Sleep, Jonathan,” she said. “I’ll get in just now, I’m just going to kiss Lena goodnight first.”
As her hand moved up and down, I became fixated on those two faint lines around her wrists. They were red, almost raw.
They were the kind that looked like they had come from a tight watch strap.
But here’s the thing: Nara hates wearing watches.
When we first started dating, we’d walked past a jewelry store and I was looking at all the fancy bracelets.
“They’re beautiful, Jon,” she said. “But not for me! I don’t like anything on my wrists.
I’ll wear a watch now and again, but even that’s a stretch for me.”
She’d said it offhandedly, like it was just another quirk of hers. But I’d remembered. It was Nara, how could I not?
So when I saw the marks, I asked her straight out. I figured that we were solid enough for an honest conversation.
My wife blinked, like I’d caught her off guard.
Then surprisingly, she blushed. Another rare thing for Nara.
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