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🔥🔥📖Unlocked my husband's phone using HER name. He faked a "pack crisis" to spend our anniversary with his ex. Caught a liar before? Tap to read her revenge!🔥🔥📖 Chapter 1 EVE'S POINT OF VIEW I had imagined this night a hundred different ways. In every version, Ronan walked through the door with that familiar crooked smile, the one that always made my heart forget how to beat properly. In every version, he noticed the candles first…the way they lined the hallway, soft and golden like tiny promises. He noticed the fairy lights draped carefully over the walls, the table set for two, the food I had spent hours preparing even though I was already exhausted. Five years. Five years married to the same man who once told me he’d rather lose the moon than lose me. I smoothed my dress for the tenth time and checked the clock again. 8:57 PM. He said he’d be back before ten. “Just a quick errand,” he’d said earlier, already pulling on his jacket, already halfway out the door. “I promise.” I’d laughed then, trying not to sound annoyed. “It’s our anniversary, Ronan. Don’t be late.” He paused, cupped my face with both hands, and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’ll be back very soon. Just wait. Please.” Something about the word please had softened me. It always did. “Hurry up,” I’d told him, forcing a smile. And then he stepped outside. I heard the familiar shift—the crack of bone, the rush of wind, the deep growl that followed. Ronan didn’t bother hiding his transformation around me anymore. Five years had erased fear and replaced it with routine. The sound faded into the night. And suddenly, the house felt too big. Too quiet. I walked back into the dining room and stared at the table. Two plates. Two glasses. Everything is ready. I lit the last candle and sat down, telling myself not to overthink it. He’s probably getting me a gift, I reasoned. Something big. Something special. This year was supposed to be different. We’d talked about it—about trying again, abo
