Once, I was late to work and had to rush out of the house

This wasn’t a one-time thing. He was shopping around. Actively.

I nodded slowly. “Thanks for telling me.”

That night, I didn’t wait. I asked him straight up while we were eating pasta.

“Who’s Klara?”

He looked up, fork frozen mid-air.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

He swallowed. “She’s just a friend.”

“Like Melina from Bumble?” I added calmly.

His face drained of continue reading …