Check your phone.

Reaching over to your bedside table, you grabbed your phone. Alyssa's side of the bed was empty (of course it was), so you had no fear of her seeing anything in your phone.

There were no messages or voicemails, but the little icon that informed you had an email was flashing. Hoping it wasn't from your work asking you to come in on your day off, you opened it.

‘Your order has been despatched, and should arrive with you shortly.’

That was it, the rest of the email was blank. No company logo, no description of the item. Just the address of the sender.

[email protected]

You didn't remember ordering anything. If Alyssa had taken your card to buy shoes again without telling you, your were going to have to have a serious talk with her. There was no possible way she needed another pair of shoes to add to the hundred odd she already had sitting in the closet. You only put up with her shoe addiction because she had a killer pair of legs, and the heels she always work made them look even hotter.

Hoping she hadn't decided to move onto purchasing the matching handbags to go with her shoe collection, you decided to check the payment history in your credit card just to play it safe.

Opening your phones web browser, you called up your cards statement on the banks website.

Nothing looked out of place, so at least you knew your card hadn't been cloned or anything like that.

You even checked the card Alyssa's didn't know about. The special one you used for site subscriptions and things like that, but it was the same.