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The Fox in the Glass

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She found the bottle on his nightstand — a generic **vitamin** supplement, the kind sold at convenience stores, nothing like the expensive brands he usually swore by. But the label was peeled halfway off, revealing another underneath. She held it up to the morning light, squinting.

**Spy**ware. That's what it was actually called. A tiny camera disguised as a supplement bottle, positioned perfectly to capture their bed, their arguments, the way she cried herself to sleep after her mother's diagnosis last spring.

Her hands didn't shake. That was the surprising part.

Three years of marriage, and she'd never suspected. He was gentle, attentive, the kind of man who remembered her coffee order and brought her soup when she was sick. But now she remembered other things, too. The way he'd comment on her conversations with colleagues. How he knew details about her therapy sessions she'd never shared. The little jokes about being a "sly **fox**" whenever she caught him watching her from across the room.

He'd thought it was charming. She'd thought it was endearing.

The divorce lawyer would have a field day. But first, she needed proof. She turned the bottle over in her hands, thinking.

She'd be thirty-five next month. Old enough to know that people weren't black and white, that love and betrayal could coexist in the same bed, that the man who brought her soup could also watch her sleep through a hidden camera.

She placed the bottle back exactly as she'd found it.

Later, when he asked how her day was, she smiled and told him about the new project at work. He watched her with those warm brown eyes, and she wondered what he was seeing now — his wife, or footage he'd review later?

"You're quiet," he said, reaching for her hand.

"Just thinking," she said, squeezing back. "About how lucky I am."

His answering smile was genuine. That was the worst part — he really believed it. Or maybe he was just a better actor than she'd given him credit for.

Either way, she'd find out soon enough. She'd always been cleverer than he knew.