To Catch a Wife

Vivienne’s POV

After dinner, I wasn’t planning to be a criminal. Truly, I wasn’t. I was just planning to sulk dramatically in my overpriced bathtub and maybe spiral a little to my Sad Girl playlist like any emotionally stable adult. But then, on the way to my room, I passed my dearest husband’s bedroom door, and I don’t know what came over me. Something in me just said, Go on, snoop a little. It’s