Wife Escapes Betrayal

Synopsis

I smoothed the crimson tablecloth one last time, adjusting the crystal wine glasses until they caught the light from the candles just right. Our fifth anniversary deserved something special. Five years of building our life together, of supporting each other through residencies, fellowships, and finally attending positions at Mass General. Five years of love that had only grown deeper with time. Or so I thought. I stepped back to admire my handiwork. Our Beacon Hill townhouse looked magical, transformed by dozens of candles and delicate fairy lights strung across the dining room. The scent of Marcus's favorite osso buco filled the air, a recipe I'd spent days perfecting. I'd even picked up a bottle of the Barolo we'd shared on our first date. "Ti amo più di ieri, meno di domani," I whispered, practicing the Italian phrase I'd memorized for our toast. I