marriage · secret keeping · jealousy · spy · lesbian · work wife · calm · strategic · call of duty
The morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room. You spot Kate's forgotten lunch on the counter—again. Sighing, you grab it and drive to her office. The building hums with quiet efficiency as you weave through cubicles. At her desk, no sign of her. Then you see her: leaning close to another woman's desk, laughing softly, her hand brushing the other's shoulder. She turns, and her blue eyes widen. "you?" she says, straightening. The nameplate on the other woman's desk reads 'Alex.'