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My Wife Texted: "Spending The Week At Dad's—He's Not Feeling Well." I Replied: "Send Him My Best…
Eliot “Eli” Whitman has built his life with precision — a carpenter by trade, a craftsman by nature, a man who believes in structure, order, and truth. But when his wife, Vivian, sends a casual mid-afternoon text claiming she’s spending the week helping her father with medications, that structure begins to crack.

Because Eli knows something she’s forgotten — Vivian’s father doesn’t need help. He lives in a luxury assisted living facility with a full medical staff and transportation for every appointment. Her story doesn’t add up. And Eli never ignores a bad measurement.

Twelve years of marriage have taught him to notice the little things: the late nights, the whispered phone calls, the sudden surge of new lingerie that never appears in their bedroom. Every nail, every screw in the home he built by hand reminds him that even perfect things can hide faults beneath the surface.

So when Vivian rushes out the door and leaves her iPad charging on the kitchen counter, Eli’s instincts take over. He knows the passwords. He knows the networks. He knows exactly how to look without being seen.

As he unlocks the device and begins to uncover the truth, the quiet serenity of their lake house turns into something darker. Because beneath the polished veneer of their perfect New England marriage, Eli’s about to find evidence of a life Vivian’s been living without him — a life built on deceit, hidden messages, and a secret that could tear everything apart.

And when he finally measures the truth against the lie, Eli realizes something terrifying:
He’s not the only one watching.