
He zoomed in on the image. Her face wasn’t visible, but the details made him even more convinced, the wedding ring on her finger was unmistakable. It wasn’t just a passing resemblance. It was Chloe. He told himself he was overthinking. But doubt, once planted, doesn’t need permission to grow. It takes over your thoughts until all you can feel is suspicion.
Oliver never imagined that what started as a photo would soon unravel his entire life.
Later that evening, while Chloe folded laundry in the living room, Oliver sat across from her, phone in hand. “Who is this?” he asked quietly, showing her the photo. She paused, barely glancing at it before offering a scared glance, one part guilt, the other surprised. She tried to hide the truth and said “How would I know? Is that your colleague Sam?” The panic, denial, or even surprise was clearly visible on her face.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were with Sam?” he asked, his voice steady.
Chloe’s fingers trembled slightly as she continued folding the same bedsheet. “I was going to,” she whispered. “I just didn’t know how.”
Over the next two days, the truth unraveled in slow, painful fragments. At first, she claimed it was just casual coffee, conversations, nothing serious. But Oliver had heard that kind of lie before. It always came before a storm. Eventually, she admitted the full extent of it. She and kartik had been seeing each other for six months. Six. Whole. Months.

The betrayal wasn’t just shocking, it was soul-crushing.