I Came Home Two Days Early and Found My Wife Sneaking Through the Servants’ Entrance—Then I Learned Who Had Taken Over Her House

One Sunday morning, I walked downstairs and found Mariana sitting in the breakfast room reviewing plans.

Sunlight came through the windows.

Coffee steamed beside her.

I stopped in the doorway.

She looked up.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re staring.”