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Elias turned his head slowly. Beside him, Sarah was a soft mound under the duvet, her breathing deep and rhythmic. She was right there.

Mark turned. His eyes were flat. Not angry. Worse: resigned. “I saw you,” he said. Not yelling. Just tired. The way a man sounds when he’s already packed his bags inside his head. “At the hotel on Lombard. You said you were working late.” ntr nightmare

He held up the phone. The photo was timestamped. Date, time, GPS coordinates. All wrong. All damning. And in the image, a man’s arm draped over her shoulder. She couldn’t see his face. Just a watch on his wrist—a stainless steel diver, same as Mark’s. Elias turned his head slowly

“There is no one,” she sobbed.

Elias looked at her fingers interlaced with his. In his head, he saw the blurred man’s hand doing the same thing. The nightmare wasn't about her actually cheating; it was about the fragile nature of certainty. It was the realization that the person who is your entire world can, at any moment, choose a different one. "Just a bad dream," he managed to say, forcing a smile. "About what?" Mark turned

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No. Mark doesn’t wear a watch.