The Strange Name on the Property Deed

My name is Violet Sinclair, and I run a small advertising Company. In recent years, market competition has grown fiercer, and the Company's business has seen ups and downs. Lately, it has fallen into an unprecedented crisis. The cash flow is so tight it could snap any minute. If we don't get a loan from the bank soon, the company won't survive this month. Jacob George and I had been dating for two years and married for three. Our relationship had always been steady. In my eyes, he was a dependable and solid man. We worked hard together for our family, dreaming of a bright future. That night, sitting on the living room sofa, I wore a worried expression and said to Jacob George: "Honey, the company really can't hold on anymore. We have to get a loan from the bank. Tomorrow, find the property certificate—we need to prove our assets." Jacob George was sitting nearby watching TV. When he heard what I said, he visibly froze, his eyes darting away nervously, and he stammered: "The property certificate... I need to find it. Honestly, I really don't know where I put it right now." I frowned, a flicker of doubt stirring inside me. He had always been the one to keep our property certificate. He never left things lying around carelessly—so how could he suddenly not find it? But I didn't think too much of it and just assumed he had truly forgotten where he put it. I said: "Then hurry up and find it. The bank is pressing us hard, we can't afford to waste any more time." Over the next few days, I kept pressuring Jacob George every single day to find the Property Certificate. But he always came up with all sorts of excuses—sometimes saying he was too busy with work to search, other times claiming it might be back in his hometown and he needed to go get it. Watching him like that, my unease grew stronger; I kept feeling like he was hiding something from me. I couldn't wait any longer, so I decided to use the excuse of the certificate being lost to have a new Property Certificate issued. When I received the new Property Certificate from the Housing Authority, the names on it hit me like a bolt of lightning. The Property Certificate didn't just have my name and Jacob George's—it also had a stranger's name on it—Rachel George. I held the Property Certificate, my hands shaking uncontrollably, my mind completely blank. Who is this Rachel George? Why is her name on our Property Certificate? In all these years of dating and marriage, Jacob George never once mentioned her. No matter how hard I try, I just can't figure out what's wrong with our marriage. After leaving the Housing Authority, I wandered the streets in a daze, clutching that Property Certificate that felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. The sunlight poured down on me, but there wasn't an ounce of warmth; the bustling noise around me felt muffled, like it was coming through a thick barrier, so far away. When I got home, I collapsed onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling as memories of Jacob George kept flashing through my mind. The sweetness of our love, the vows we made at our wedding—it all felt like a dream, but now that dream has been shattered by this sudden shock. I just can't understand how the man I loved so deeply could do something like this. Who exactly is this Rachel, and why has she appeared in our lives, brazenly adding her name to the Property Certificate? The more I thought about it, the scarier it felt, and the unease inside me only grew stronger. I began recalling all the strange behaviors Jacob George had exhibited lately. He was coming home later and later, sometimes not coming back all night. Every time I asked, he said he was working overtime or meeting friends. And the house... it's been unusually tidy recently. Could it be to cover something up?