I should have stopped there. I should have been relieved.
Instead, I felt nothing. The paranoia was still there, whispering that one test wasn't enough. That he was just being careful. That he knew somehow.
"Try again," I told her. "Different approach."
She raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. More money for her.
The second test was at his gym. She wore tight leggings, asked him to spot her. Bent over in front of him. Made her intentions crystal clear.
He helped her with the weights and walked away.
The third test was at a work conference. She pretended to be a colleague from another branch. Invited him for drinks. Let her hand rest on his thigh.
He removed it gently and said he was happily married.