The smartwatch glints under the kitchen light, silver and sleek against Marcus's wrist. I know what it is. I know what it does. And this time, I'm going to let him keep it. "New watch?" I ask, stirring my coffee with studied casualness. My hand doesn't shake. Not anymore. Not after dying once already. Marcus glances down, and for just a microsecond—there. The flicker of panic in his eyes before his lawyer's smile slides into place. "Oh, this? Found it in my gym bag. Must've grabbed it by mistake." Liar. In my first life, I believed him. Worried for him. When I finally discovered the spyware embedded in that innocent-looking device, I'd been horrified. I reported it immediately, threw myself on the sword to protect my husband, sacrificed my security clearance and my career at the Defense Intelligence Agency to keep him safe from prosecution. What a fool I was. "It's nice," I say, taking a sip of coffee. "Suits you." He relaxes visibly, kisses my forehead. "You're sweet. I should get ready—big case today." I watch him leave the kitchen, his footsteps confident on our hardwood floors. The same floors where, in another timeline, federal agents arrested me. Where Marcus stood by, his face a perfect mask of shock and betrayal, as they accused me of treason. The evidence had been flawless. Classified files from my work computer, sent to a foreign contact. My digital signature on every transaction. My access codes used to breach secure databases. All of it fake. All of it planted by the man who just kissed my forehead. I didn't figure it out until