When we got home from the staycation I could tell something in James had shifted. He was quiet, too quiet. The way he glanced at me was different. Suspicious. Calculating.I knew he had doubts about me.

I remembered how I made him moan and looked at me crazy for the first time.

That night he told me he had an urgent business trip. I barely reacted. Just nodded. But when he left the next morning, it didn’t feel like the last time. Something about his goodbye kiss felt like surveillance. I didn’t know that he had assigned someone to tail me, someone to follow my every step. Someone is watching...