Husband Won’t Explain Strange Smell on His Hands Until Wife Discovers Secret

At exactly six o’clock, Julia saw Connor’s car pull onto the street and ease into a parking space near the café. Her pulse quickened. From the alleyway, she watched him step out—perfectly put together, shirt crisp, sleeves smoothed. He glanced at his watch, then headed inside without hesitation.

She followed slowly, careful to keep out of sight. Through the window, she saw him choose a table near the front—one with a clear view of the door. He wasn’t on his phone. He wasn’t distracted. He was waiting. Calm. Composed. Like he’d done this before.