He’d grin and brush it off with a vague remark about her obsession with spreadsheets.

For years, I admired their teamwork. She was the yin to his professional yang — or so I convinced myself. But lately, cracks started showing.

It wasn’t just the late hours or nonstop texting. It was the way he smiled at his phone — a smile I hadn’t seen directed at me in months. Something didn’t add up.

Then he dropped the bomb that we couldn’t afford the Christmas vacation I’d been planning for months.

“Are you sure?” I asked as we rinsed dishes together. “I thought everything was already booked.”