For weeks, I had been telling myself it was just a phase.
Work was demanding. Deadlines were piling up. Daniel was tired—that’s what I chose to believe.
But something inside me refused to settle.
He used to call me every night, even if it was just for a minute. Lately, our conversations had shrunk into quick, distracted exchanges. “I’m busy,” he’d say. “We’ll talk later.” Later rarely came.
I told myself not to overthink it. Marriage goes through seasons, right?

Then one night, everything shifted.
I was scrolling aimlessly when I came across a video—a woman surprising her husband at his hotel after a long trip. The way his face lit up when he saw her… it was pure, unfiltered joy.
I paused the video and stared at the screen.
When was the last time Daniel looked at me like that?
The thought hit me suddenly—what if I did the same? Maybe he was just overwhelmed. Maybe he needed a reminder that I was still here, still us.
That idea gave me a strange sense of hope.
Daniel hadn’t told me which hotel he was staying at, but I figured I could find it easily. I opened his laptop, something I had never felt the need to do before. I told myself it wasn’t snooping—it was planning a surprise.
But as I searched through his emails, one subject line caught my attention.
“Work Partner .”
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