As days turned into weeks, my investigation continued quietly. I spent hours on hold with various departments, each call revealing another layer of the tangled web my spouse seemed to have woven. The more I uncovered, the more isolated I felt, burdened by a secret I couldn’t yet confront.
One afternoon, while organizing the paperwork, I found a crumpled note in the bottom of the folder. It was a reminder from months ago, written in my spouse’s handwriting: “Call insurance—adjust plan.” It was dated just after one of our more heated discussions about finances.
That evening, I revisited the insurance portal, scanning through policy changes and updates. I noticed a minor adjustment made a few months prior, a subtle shift in coverage that seemed innocuous at first. But it explained the increase in out-of-pocket expenses we were now facing.
“Why didn’t you tell me about changing the plan?” I asked, keeping my tone light as we sat down for dinner.
My spouse hesitated, then shrugged. “I thought it was what we talked about. To save money long-term.” Their explanation was reasonable, but something felt off. Our previous talks hadn’t involved any immediate changes, just considerations.
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