He Thought I Would Silently Endure

On our fifth anniversary, I found my husband's secret USB drive. The password wasn't our wedding date or my birthday. It was his first love's.

Inside was a digital shrine to another woman, a meticulous archive of a life he'd lived before me. I searched for my name. Zero results. In five years of marriage, I was just a placeholder.

Then he brought her back. He hired her at our firm and gave her my passion project, the one I'd poured my soul into for two years.

At the company gala, he publicly announced her as the new lead.