As the fabric gave way beneath the blade, I peeled it back and gasped. Nestled within the padding was a small, weathered metal box, its edges rusted and worn. I pulled it free, my hands shaking with anticipation. Whatever lay inside, it was enough to send my husband into a state of frenzy, and my instincts told me that it was the key to understanding everything — the betrayal, his seemingly irrational behavior, and the hidden aspects of our life together.