Duncan had just returned from a week-long business trip. As always, he brought home treats from his family’s favorite bakery, ready to surprise his wife Emmie and their 10-year-old daughter, Leila. Everything seemed normal—until Leila quietly said something over ice cream that made his heart skip a beat. “I saw a ghost in the house, Daddy. He was standing by the stairs at night.” Duncan brushed it off as a child’s imagination, but what he found later that day proved otherwise. As he opened the closet to unpack his suitcase, Duncan froze. Hidden between his shirts and Emmie’s dresses was a man—an older,

man—buttoning up his shirt. Duncan exploded, calling for his wife. Shocked, Emmie came running and gasped at the sight. She clearly had no idea who he was either. “That’s the ghost!” Leila cried from the hallway, hiding behind her mom. Before they could even process it, Emmie’s mother, Marie, walked in and stopped cold. “Tony? You’re still here?” she asked. The truth came crashing down—Tony wasn’t a ghost. He was Marie’s secret lover. She had been sneaking him into her daughter’s house while,