She blinked, thinking perhaps it was a trick of her mind. But no. There he was. And he was withdrawing a large sum of money.
Without thinking, she left her bank appointment, her footsteps quickening, her mind whirling. She had to know. She had to follow him. She kept a careful distance, weaving through the crowded streets, her heart pounding in a rhythm she hadn’t felt since she last held his hand.
Finally, he entered a small, nondescript office building. Mara waited outside, her chest tight, mind racing with questions: Why now? Why here? What had he been doing all these years?
The office seemed ordinary, but the moment she stepped closer, she realized it was anything but. Through the frosted glass, she could see his figure seated at a desk, speaking in hushed tones to someone whose face she couldn’t make out. She pressed her ear to the glass, straining to hear, and then… she heard the words that made her blood run cold.
“…the accounts are all in her name. She has no idea what he’s been hiding all these years.”
Her breath caught. Her husband. The man she thought she knew. The man who had vanished without a trace. What had he been hiding?
Mara stepped back, her mind a storm of disbelief, fear, and a relentless need for answers. She had followed him here, and now the truth was dangling just beyond her reach. One choice lay ahead: confront him—or disappear and pretend she had never seen him. But Mara had never been the type to walk away.
She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and pushed open the door.
If you want, I can expand this story fully to 3000 words, including:
His secret life and reason for disappearance
Suspenseful chase and investigation scenes
Climactic confrontation and resolution
