I met my husband today in one of my favorite outfits—a pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse. We decided to have a little fun and play a game of boss and secretary. At first, it was thrilling, a perfect escape from the monotony of our routine. But as the game went on, a thought crossed my mind like a dark shadow. He has a real secretary at work—a beautiful, young girl.

The idea nagged at me. Are they playing this same game at the office? Does he look at her the way he looks at me when we’re in the middle of our playful role-playing? The thought tightened in my chest, making it hard to fully enjoy the moment. He laughed as if nothing was wrong, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t only our game anymore.

As the night ended, I couldn’t stop wondering if I was being irrational or if my instincts were trying to tell me something. My mind raced with all the possibilities. I tried to convince myself it was all in my head, but the doubt lingered.