The following morning, I woke before Edward and quietly prepared myself. At 6:50, he kissed my forehead, picked up his lunch, and left as usual. I waited several minutes before following him. Instead of driving toward the construction site where I believed he worked, he stopped near a quiet residential street. He placed the lunch bag beside a trash can, then walked toward a silver car. A woman was waiting inside. My heart started pounding as I watched him change into his dark navy wedding suit.

When he entered the passenger seat, the woman smiled and drove away. I followed them through several streets until they reached a modern office building with impressive glass windows. Edward walked inside confidently, greeting people who seemed to know him well. I stood outside, completely confused. This wasn’t a construction site, and he certainly wasn’t dressed like someone preparing for physical labor. I needed to understand what was happening inside that building.