She wore a casual dress and smiled sweetly as he stepped out of the car.

They hugged immediately.

“Traffic didn’t slow you down?” she teased.

“For you, nothing could stop me,” Frank replied playfully.

For the next seven days, Frank lived exactly the life he had imagined.

No responsibilities. No arguments. No reminders about bills or chores.

Brittney treated him like a king. She cooked for him, gave him massages, listened to him brag about work, and laughed at every joke.

Frank began comparing her to Rebecca.

Rebecca felt boring now. Serious. Predictable.

Brittney was exciting.

But Frank didn’t realize something important.

Every moment in that house was being watched.

And Brittney had her own plan.

On the third night, Brittney sighed while looking at her phone.

“What’s wrong?” Frank asked.

“My phone died,” she said. “Can I borrow yours to order pizza?”

Frank handed it to her without hesitation.

“The password is 0101,” he said proudly.

While Frank showered, Brittney’s behavior changed completely.

Her sweet expression disappeared.

Quickly and efficiently, she opened Frank’s phone.

She photographed documents. Copied account numbers. Forwarded verification codes. Accessed banking apps.

Within fifteen minutes, she had gathered enough information to access nearly everything Frank owned.

When Frank returned, she was calmly scrolling through a food menu.

“Pizza’s on the way,” she said sweetly.

Frank never suspected a thing.

During the rest of the week, Brittney borrowed his phone several more times—for games, calls, and internet access.

Each time, she quietly collected more information.

Frank was too distracted by the affair to notice.

On the seventh night, Frank lay in bed feeling almost sad.

“I have to go back to my wife tomorrow,” he sighed.

Brittney smiled mysteriously.

“Don’t worry,” she said softly. “You’ll never forget these seven days.”

Frank laughed, thinking she meant romance.

But Brittney knew the truth.

Tomorrow everything would change.

When Frank returned home the next day, something felt wrong immediately.

The house was silent.

Rebecca sat alone in the living room.

When he tried to kiss her, she turned her face away.

“Where were you really?” she asked calmly.

Frank forced a laugh.

“What do you mean? Chicago.”

Rebecca looked directly at him.

“Chicago? Or the rental house thirty minutes outside the city?”