Wife Exposes Husband's Crimes

Synopsis

The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of our bedroom as I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Westin. Today was the day—his patriarch succession ceremony—and my heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird. Three years of marriage, three years of lies, three years of watching my husband sleepwalk his way into other women's beds while I played the perfect, devoted wife. I moved silently across the marble floor toward his private study. The room he never let me enter without permission. The room where I knew he kept his secrets. My fingers trembled as I inserted the spare key I'd found months ago, hidden in the lining of his winter coat. The lock clicked open with a sound that seemed impossibly loud in the quiet house. "I'm doing this for us, Westin," I whispered to the empty room. "For the truth." The study smelled of leather and expensive cologne—his scent, the one that used to make my heart race with love rather than anxiety. Now it just reminded me