Her Betrayal, My Freedom

My wife, Sarah, started acting strange about a week ago.

She was walking on eggshells, her smile never quite reaching her eyes.

Then came dinner, where she sprung it on me: "I was looking online and found a great clinic that does comprehensive health check-ups. They have a couples' package."

It sounded reasonable, but the forced casualness in her voice made my stomach tighten. We were both in perfect health.

I looked at her, really looked at her, and saw not concern, but a desperate, calculating fear.