When Lily and Jason’s son, Nathan, brings his fiancée home for the long weekend, Lily is excited to get to know the young woman.
But during that weekend, she notices her husband acting strange.
So, she tries to uncover what is going on with Jason — only to open a can of worms with secrets wriggling everywhere.
From the moment Nathan introduced us to his fiancée, I knew something was off.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t sweet or lovely, because she was.
Her name was Tessa, and she’d come to Chicago with Nathan from his college in Michigan to spend a long weekend with us and meet the family.
My son and his new beau had been dating for over a year, and she’d just been a name until now. Now that she was here, I could see why my son was head-over-heels. Tessa was sharp, funny, and kind in a genuine way.
Within minutes, my eight-year-old daughter, Sophie, was practically glued to her side.
But my husband, Jason, was different that night.
Usually, he’s animated and easygoing, especially around Nathan and his friends. But when Tessa was around, he was quiet, almost as if he were retreating into himself.
It was strange. Very strange.
At one point, I even noticed his hand shaking as he lifted his glass of wine.
I didn’t think much about it at the time. Honestly, it could have been anything from work or nerves about meeting our son’s future wife for the first time.
But later, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was lurking behind his newfound silence.
That feeling only got stronger in the days that followed.
Jason would get jumpy if his phone buzzed while I was nearby, always flipping it over or pulling it close if I tried to sneak a peek. It wasn’t like him to be so secretive.
But then, one night, as he slept, I finally let suspicion get the better of me.
I crept over to his side of the bed and picked up his phone.
I took it to the bathroom with me and sitting on the edge of the counter, I unlocked it with his code. It was the kids’ birthday, so it was a complete no-brainer.
I hated what I was doing, but I just needed to see if I was losing my mind or if something was really wrong.
I scrolled for a second or two before everything changed. One message stopped me in my tracks.
I’ll be waiting for you at the restaurant tomorrow.
6 P.M., okay?
The sender was Tessa.
The blood drained from my face, and my stomach twisted. I read the message over and over again, hoping, praying that I’d misread it.
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