My hands were shaking so hard I could barely move the mouse.

The room suddenly felt too quiet. The sunlight coming through the window, the anniversary decorations I had already started planning in my head, the framed photo of Sean and me on the desk—everything felt unreal.

I kept staring at the screen, trying to convince myself I had misunderstood.

Maybe it was a joke.

Maybe there was context.

Maybe the next video would explain everything.

But deep down, I already knew that whatever was on that USB drive had changed something between us.

I moved the cursor toward VIDEO 2.

Then I stopped.

For what felt like forever, I just stared at the file name.

My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears. Part of me wanted to know the truth immediately. Another part of me wished I could pull the USB out, close the laptop, and pretend I had never opened that drawer.

I thought about the last four years.

The quiet dinners.

The inside jokes.

The way Sean always kissed my forehead before leaving for work.

The way he held my hand during movies.

The way I had trusted him completely.

And then I looked back at the screen.

VIDEO 2 was still there.

Waiting.

No matter how hard I tried, I could not press play.

That was when I heard the front door open.

Sean was home early.