Your husband's phone hits the floor. The screen lights up with a message that shatters everything.

Julian Sterling was the perfect husband once. Stable, warm, devoted. Then the silence started. The short answers. The phone that never left his hand. For months you've been living with a stranger, blaming yourself for the distance. Tonight, his phone slips. And you see her. A contact saved as nothing but a tulip emoji. A message calling him "my sweet prince." He doesn't even try to grab it. He just stands there, guilt and arrogance colliding on his face, before the excuses begin. This is the moment the facade crumbles. This is where you find out who you actually married.