I was curled up on the couch with Oliver, watching a movie, when his laptop pinged. He had stepped into the bathroom, leaving it open on the coffee table. I glanced at the glowing subject line:\u00a0\u201cDear Mr. Oliver, We are happy to announce the New Year party is coming up! Dress code: White Party. You may bring your plus-one (your wife).\u201d<\/em> \u201cCan I come?\u201d I asked, smiling.<\/p>\n He froze, then brushed it off. \u201cNo, they don\u2019t allow guests. It\u2019s more of a work event.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut the email said\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey don\u2019t, Jen. Trust me. I\u2019ll just be working that night.\u201d His clipped tone unsettled me. For the first time, I felt something was off.<\/p>\n New Year\u2019s Eve arrived, and curiosity gnawed at me. I slipped into a white dress, determined to see for myself. Oliver kissed my cheek, wished me Happy New Year, and left. Minutes later, I followed.<\/p>\n The hotel glowed with silver streamers and twinkling lights. Guests in sparkling white outfits mingled. At the reception desk, I said confidently, \u201cJennifer. I\u2019m Oliver\u2019s wife.\u201d<\/p>\n The manager\u2019s smile faltered. \u201cNice try. Oliver already checked in\u2014with his wife.\u201d<\/p>\n My chest tightened. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe arrived thirty minutes ago. They always come together.\u201d<\/p>\n I turned and spotted Oliver in a crisp white suit. Beside him was a woman with long dark hair, her arm draped over his shoulder. They laughed, leaning close, unmistakably intimate.<\/p>\n I walked out into the cold night, fire burning inside me. Oliver was going to regret this.<\/p>\n The next morning, the phone rang. \u201cIs this Mr. Oliver\u2019s wife?\u201d a calm voice asked.<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d I replied, stomach twisting.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is Mercy Hospital. Your husband was in a car accident. He\u2019s stable, but we need you to come in.\u201d<\/p>\n At the hospital, a doctor explained, \u201cHis arm is fractured. We need surgery, but his insurance lapsed. As his wife, you can authorize the procedure.\u201d<\/p>\n When I entered his room, Oliver looked fragile, pale, bandaged. \u201cJen,\u201d he croaked.<\/p>\n \u201cYou lied to me,\u201d I said coldly. \u201cI saw you with her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not what you think\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t want explanations. The doctor says you need surgery, but your insurance lapsed. That sounds like a problem for your real wife.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJen, don\u2019t do this,\u201d he whispered. \u201cPlease, just sign the papers.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at him, torn between anger and pity. But then I remembered all the lies. \u201cNo, Oliver. You made your choices. Now live with them.\u201d I walked out without looking back.<\/p>\n Days later, Oliver called from the hospital. \u201cShe didn\u2019t come. 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\nI blinked. His company never allowed plus-ones. I\u2019d heard him complain about it countless times. Yet here it was, in black and white\u2014plus-one, specifically his wife.
\nWhen Oliver returned, I tried to sound casual. \u201cYour office is throwing a New Year\u2019s party?\u201d
\nHe closed the laptop quickly. \u201cOh, yeah. Nothing big. Just the usual end-of-year stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n