My blood went cold. My first instinct was to look away, pretend I hadn’t seen it. But my hand moved before I could stop myself. I opened the phone, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. What I found shattered me.
Dozens of messages. Not one woman, but two. Photos, late-night confessions, promises that made me feel like I’d been living in someone else’s story. He had been carrying on these affairs for months—while holding me at night, while talking about baby names, while kissing my belly and telling our child he couldn’t wait to meet them.
I couldn’t breathe. I sat on the edge of the bed, phone trembling in my hands, feeling the ground shift beneath me. My world, the one I had carefully built, suddenly felt like an illusion.
