Husband's Secret Double Life

Synopsis

I stared at Charles's wrist across our dinner table, the soft lamplight catching on something I hadn't noticed before. A delicate bracelet made of what appeared to be long, dark hair wrapped intricately around his wrist. My fork paused halfway to my mouth as I studied it, feeling an inexplicable chill despite the warmth of our apartment. "What's that on your wrist?" I asked, my voice steadier than I expected. Three weeks postpartum, and I was still learning to navigate the emotional tidal waves that crashed through me without warning. Charles's hand jerked slightly, his sleeve pulling down to cover the bracelet. "Oh, this? Just a lucky charm for work." "Made of hair?" I pressed, setting my fork down.