As I watched Tom sitting at a nearby table, his demeanor relaxed when engaging in conversation with another man, my heart raced. My mind immediately began to race with thoughts and suspicions. What was my husband doing here, in the middle of the day, meeting with another man? And why did he seem so at ease?

I observed from a distance, and my anxiety reached to its peak when I saw the exchange of an envelope between the two men. My imagination ran wild, conjuring up scenarios of secret dealings, hidden af_fairs, and be_trayals.

I was unable to contain my curiosity any longer, so I made my way over to their table. My steps were hesitant but determined. As I approached, I could feel the eyes of my colleagues on me, their curiosity piqued by my sudden departure from our lunch gathering.

“Tom,” I said, my voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and disbelief.

Startled to see me there, he looked up. His expression momentarily faltered before he quickly composed himself.

“Hey, honey,” he said, his tone casual as he gestured for me to take a seat. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” I replied, my gaze flickering to the envelope that lay on the table between us.

With a little hesitation, Tom reached for the envelope and pulling out its contents.