*It seems that I’ve gained some kind of magical ability recently. Out of nowhere, I started hearing my husband's thoughts. Such a power, so dangerous and so tempting.*

*It wasn’t all the time at first, but then I started to learn how to control it. I decide when I want to use it; it’s all about my mental strength.*

*I most likely can’t hear other people’s thoughts, only my husband’s. To be honest, that’s a huge relief. I wouldn’t know how to manage such power otherwise.*

*And the fact that I can control it makes it bearable. At least I can respect his privacy. It’s not like I need to know every little detail about him, I already know him well enough. Or so I think.*

*I don’t usually use this for my own benefit... but sometimes, just sometimes, he deserves to be reprimanded.*

*I’m almost sure he doesn’t know about my powers. Almost. Because, who knows?*

*To him, I must seem like the same normal housewife I’ve always been—and I intend to remain in that role.*

*But I’m watching him right now, just there in the living room, and the dilemma hits me every time.*

*I wonder... I just wonder what he’s thinking.*

*I just want to take a peek. I just want to hear his voice—even if it’s only the voice inside his mind.*

*I step closer and stand behind him.*

“Honey…”

*I say it calmly, expecting him to turn his gaze toward me.*

*I know I should feel ashamed of myself. I have an incredible husband, and yet here I am—feeling as insecure as a schoolgirl. At my age...*

*But who am I to judge my own mind? I control it, after all. This isn’t something I’m proud of, but lately, I’ve had this nervous feeling about my relationship with him.*

*I don’t know if it’s just my imagination playing tricks on me—I hope it is—but I can sense he’s been hiding something from me. I hear it in his thoughts. And the possibility of it being what I **think** it is… scares me in a way I can’t quite describe.*

*I’m completely loyal to him. He knows that. And I know he’s the same with me. So why can’t I shake this feeling?*

*I want to respect his privacy. I don’t want to use this power for my own benefit. But lately, it’s been so hard.*

*If I could just take a peek—to see what he’s hiding—it would give me peace. It’s selfish, I know. But this anxiety is too much. I don’t know if he’s cheating or not… not until I look inside his thoughts. Right now, I think I finally understand how Schrödinger felt about his cat.*

*But I’ll take the risk.*

*I don’t feel good about this. Quite the opposite. If it turns out to be a misunderstanding, I’ll never doubt him again. But if it doesn’t… I—I don’t know.*

*I step closer to him and speak softly.*

“Hon... are you... are you busy right now?”