The Snowman Secret My Wife's Five-Year Affair

We had a pact: on New Year's Eve, we would watch the first snowfall together.

I left the office early—a rare move for me—and spent hours in the kitchen preparing a feast of Tessa's favorite dishes. I checked the clock repeatedly until my phone finally rang.

"Oliver, I'm stuck at the office. Overtime. Sorry."

Her voice was clipped, dismissive. Before I could respond, the line went dead.

Outside, snow lashed against the windows. Worried she'd go hungry, I packed the food into a thermos and drove through the storm to find her.