My husband called me today, asking if I’d like to join him for lunch at his office. It was unusual—he rarely invited me to his workplace, and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to break the routine. I put on my favorite red dress, applied a bit of makeup, and arrived feeling confident. As I walked through the office, I couldn’t help but notice the sleek, modern space filled with smartly dressed employees. His young and beautiful secretary greeted me with a friendly smile and escorted me to his office, where he was waiting.

We had a lovely lunch—simple but intimate, sharing stories about our day over sandwiches and coffee. It felt special, a little glimpse into a part of his world I rarely see. But as I watched him interact with his staff, particularly with his secretary, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of conversations they had when I wasn’t there. Did they share inside jokes? Did she know things about him that I didn’t?

After lunch, I left with a strange mix of emotions. It wasn’t jealousy, exactly, but curiosity. My husband was attentive, making me feel like I was the only one who mattered, but I couldn’t shake the thought that this was the same man who spent long hours with his secretary, working late nights that I wasn’t a part of. It left me wondering what they talked about when the office was quiet, when there were no interruptions.

Driving home, I reminded myself that trust was a choice, and I had to trust that he chose me for a reason. But I couldn’t deny that it was difficult, knowing there was another woman in his life, even if only professionally, who saw him in a way that I never did.