But something made her walk toward it.
The message glowing on the screen came from a contact saved under the name Vanessa, who was Daniel’s assistant. The words were brief but unmistakable in their meaning. They made it clear that this was not a professional exchange.
Margaret did not panic. She did not shout. Something inside her went very still and very focused.
She unlocked the phone. She read the messages going back through the months. They told a story she had not known she was living inside. Complaints about her. Flirtatious exchanges. Shared moments that belonged to a private life she had no idea existed.
Her hands were steady as she forwarded every message, every record, every piece of evidence to her own email. She deleted the sent mail immediately. She cleared the trash. She placed the phone back exactly where it had been.
When Daniel came downstairs a short while later, she was seated calmly, tending to one of the babies.
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