Then he did it again the next morning.
And the morning after that.
Every day before sunrise, Cris quietly dressed and disappeared. He always left the same note.
When I asked what was so special about the resort gym, he claimed it had better equipment. That nearly made me laugh. Cris could not tell the difference between a rowing machine and a coat rack.
Then I noticed Stormy.
She was a young dancer on the resort’s entertainment team. She had long dark hair, endless energy, and a confidence that made everyone watch her.
Cris watched her too.
At first, I tried not to care. Then I found them whispering beside the towel hut. Stormy stood close enough to touch him. She said something, Cris leaned toward her, and she laughed while placing a hand on his arm.
When Cris noticed me, surprise flashed across his face.
Then caution.
He quickly explained that Stormy was helping him understand the activities schedule.
“I didn’t ask,” I replied.
That afternoon, he disappeared for nearly two hours. When he returned, he said he had been helping with a small resort project.
Cris complained whenever I asked him to carry groceries, yet now he was volunteering during our anniversary vacation.
I wanted to confront him, but our daughter entered the room, excited about dinner. I swallowed my questions.
For the rest of the week, I pretended everything was normal.
I smiled in photographs, admired the ocean, and listened to our daughter talk while suspicion slowly consumed me.
One evening, I saw Cris and Stormy alone beside an outdoor stage, studying something on her phone. She moved closer, and my stomach tightened.
By our final day, I was convinced my marriage might be ending.
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