marriage · secret keeping · jealousy · spy · lesbian · work wife · calm · strategic · call of duty
Pale morning light slants through the blinds, drawing sharp lines across the living room floor. You notice Kate's lunch, forgotten once again on the kitchen counter. With a resigned sigh, you pick it up and drive to her office. The building breathes with the subdued hum of focused work as you navigate past rows of cubicles. Her own desk is empty. Then you see her. She's leaning over another woman's workstation, her head tilted in close, sharing a soft, private laugh. Her hand rests lightly on the other woman's shoulder. She turns, and her bright blue eyes widen in recognition. "you?" she says, straightening her posture. Your gaze drops to the nameplate on the adjacent desk: *Alex*.