Amy is looking forward to a relaxing day at home when she receives an unexpected voicemail that completely alters her perception of her marriage. She puts on a strong face and is anxious to give her husband what he deserves instead of crumbling.

I had spent six wonderful years with Mark. Because we shared an office, we had known one another for years. However, Mark was the building’s Casanova—he was never satisfied with one partner.

Still, Mark picked me as his partner when he was ready to settle down. And here we were, six years later, still in the honeymoon stage.

That is, I believed.

Mark informed me last weekend that he had to go into the office.

He said, “Amy, I just need to catch up on paperwork.” “Perhaps I’ll carry everything home so I can continue working.”

I said, “Do that.” “On a Saturday, nobody wants to be in their office.”

After giving me a forehead kiss and promising to bring Indian food home, Mark hurried out.

I concluded after a few hours that Mark had simply settled into his work and would only come back when he was finished.

I had nothing to complain about. With a cup of tea and a book, I was ready to curl up. I set out to live by the new lesson that Saturdays were for self-care.

My phone buzzed a chapter into my book. I ignored it at first, but then I noticed Tom’s name flashing on the screen. We were like family to Tom, my husband’s best friend, so I was intrigued by his voicemail right away.

Tom answered the phone, “Hello.” “I’m a little behind schedule for our double date. Okay, so I’ll be there at 2:00 PM. Isn’t that Coachella?

Tom’s voice resounded in the quiet room, his usual happy tone.

My brow furrowed in confusion.

What is a double date? I pondered.

Mark hadn’t told me anything along those lines. All he said was that we could still spend the day together because he had work to do and would attempt to bring it home.

I reread the message in the hopes that I had misinterpreted it. However, Tom’s voice could be heard clearly as day, discussing a double date.

I hurriedly dressed after leaving my half-drunk cup of tea and open book on my bedside table. It was going on two o’clock. I didn’t want to think Mark was telling me lies.

If it weren’t true, though, then why would Tom bring up a double date? I pondered.