He never pulled it out in front of me, often typing away messages under the cover of a blanket or swiftly pocketing it the moment I walked into the room. I mean, it didn’t take a genius to know he was hiding something from me. And I knew it wasn’t going to be anything good.
After a while of this sneaky texting, I finally had the opportunity to take a peek at what he was being so secretive about. Now, I never wanted to be the girlfriend who went snooping on my husband’s phone, but I also never thought I would have a husband who didn’t want me to even take a glimpse at his phone’s screen. And in any case, I didn’t mean to snoop in the first place.
Late one chilly night, as we sat tangled in a blanket on the couch in front of the TV, Mark’s phone slipped from the pocket of his sweats. I thought he would jump up in a panic and snatch it off the ground with lightning speed as usual, but he just kept snoring.
It ended up near my legs, buzzing intermittently with what I assumed were late-night notifications. At first, I ignored it. I just wanted to finish the last episode of the show I had been bingeing and go to bed.
Eventually, as the credits started rolling, I reached for it, my intentions purely innocent — I just wanted to plug it into the charger on the nightstand. But as I grabbed it, the screen lit up, revealing a barrage of notifications from a dating app. “Of course,” I remember thinking. “Of course, this would be what Mark was doing after two years of me supporting him.”
You see, Mark has been jobless for a while now. I’ve constantly had to carry him along, paying for everything he apparently “needed to get back in the game.” Looking back, I feel so stupid. And you best believe I felt even dumber the moment I caught him ogling random girls on dating apps.
Standing with his phone in my hand, bitterness and rage rose within me, and for a fleeting moment, I thought about waking him up with an onslaught of well-placed strikes. But, no. I wouldn’t be reduced to a wailing mess throwing punches and giving him incentive to turn the entire thing against me.
Instead, I wiped the few tears that had rolled down my cheek and hatched a plan. If he was going to betray our relationship, I needed a way to teach him not to underestimate me. And I knew just how to do that.
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I Accidentally Discovered My Husband’s Desire to Cheat on Me with Another Woman, So I Taught Him the Lesson of His Life
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