I decided to surprise Ben with lunch at work last Tuesday. I’d spent the morning making his favorite, lasagna. With the kids at school, I had some free time and thought it would be a nice gift. What guy wouldn’t like a surprise visit from his wife with handmade cuisine, right?

When I arrived at his office, the receptionist gave me a puzzled look.
“You’re here for Ben?” she asked, glancing at the lasagna in my hands.
“Yeah, just wanted to bring him lunch. Is he in?”
She hesitated. “Ben’s been on vacation for the past two weeks.”

I stood there, stunned, trying to process what she’d said. Vacation? He’d told me he was working late all week. My stomach twisted, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. I thanked her and left.

At home, I tried to make sense of things. Maybe there was a misunderstanding. But what type of misunderstanding can continue two weeks? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong. So, as any suspicious wife would do, I decided to follow him the next day.