One night, after another long trip, Daniel fell asleep almost instantly, turning his back to me. That’s when I saw it — a small barcode on his skin. My heart sank. I’d heard of women discovering affairs through secret tattoos or hidden marks, and fear consumed me. With trembling hands, I scanned it using my phone. Instead of a photo or message, a phone number appeared with the chilling words: “Call me ASAP. He has just months.”
