From Satellite Expert to Cellmate
Language: en
I was escorting classified research data back to our national headquarters with my husband. As we were about to board the plane, he suddenly claimed he'd left important documents at the hotel and urged me to fly back ahead of him. I smiled, watching him get into the car, then immediately opened my phone's shared location. He didn't go back to the hotel. Instead, his route changed, leading him to a secluded villa in the suburbs. I hailed a cab and followed. When I arrived, I saw a woman holding a child standing at the villa's entrance. "Arthur, you're finally back! Our daughter and I…