Hidden in the Spa Records: The Other Woman
Language: en
At the spa for my year-end appointment, I discovered my VIP account had been used by a stranger. I logged into my personal profile. The last three treatments on record weren't mine. The preferences section was filled with meticulous detail: an allergy to rose oil, a preference for lavender, a note that the hot stones must not exceed 108 degrees Fahrenheit. It even noted a menstrual cycle around the fifteenth of each month, a time to avoid any abdominal treatments. I stared at the screen, my palms growing cold and damp. The only person who knew the password was my husband, Sebastian. He’d…