she declared, eyes locked on me. “Check her closet. She’s planning to leave you.” Mark looked at me, stunned. I calmly asked Jennifer how she knew about the journal. She stammered. I smiled. “That diary was fake. I planted it to catch whoever’s been snooping.” The room went silent. Jennifer turned
red. Mark finally saw the truth. Later,
he apologized. “I didn’t believe you,” he said. “I should’ve.” Now, the bedroom feels like mine again. Peaceful. Jennifer avoids my eyes. She knows I caught her—and that’s enough.