w coming…
It started with something so small. I wasn’t snooping—I was just about to do the laundry.
A gym bag. A vibration. A second phone.
And then, a message.
“So excited to see you again tonight. Love you!”
The world didn’t stop, but my breath did. My hands trembled as I lifted the phone, bile rising in my throat.
This wasn’t Chad’s usual phone—the one I knew inside out, the one our kids played games on at the doctor’s office.
This one was hidden.
And that message… intimate.
A cold numbness spread through me. My heartbeat was thunder in my ears.
Chad wasn’t a liar. He wasn’t a cheater.
Was he?
I tried to think rationally, but every recent memory replayed in distorted flashes—
late nights at the fire station, the new aftershave, the way he’d pull away when I tried to kiss him goodbye.
Had I missed something? Had I been living in a careful illusion?
My hands shook as I turned the phone over, staring at the locked screen.
I could unlock it—find the truth right now—but once I did, there’d be no turning back.
No more “maybe.” No more denial.
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