For the longest time, I believed I had the perfect marriage. Tom was the kind of husband every woman dreamed of—attentive, affectionate, and, above all, honest. He never hid his phone, never acted shady, never gave me a reason to doubt him.

We had been married for ten years, and not once did I suspect a thing.

Until that one morning when my entire world came crashing down.

It was just another normal weekday. Tom was rushing around the house, pulling on his tie while balancing his coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. He kissed me on the cheek, flashed that familiar perfect smile, and headed out the door.

Everything seemed normal.

Until I heard the buzz.

It came from his office.

I frowned. That didn’t make sense—Tom always had his phone with him. Still, the buzzing continued, a persistent vibration coming from inside his desk drawer.

A strange feeling crept into my chest as I stepped forward and pulled the drawer open.

A second phone.

I stared at it, my pulse quickening. My heart told me not to look, that maybe there was an innocent explanation. But my gut… my gut screamed something isn’t right.

With shaking hands, I picked it up.

The screen lit up instantly with a message:

“9:30 a.m., usual spot.”

A woman’s name appeared as the sender.

I felt the pit in my stomach form.

I knew. I just knew.

I shouldn’t have, but I dug deeper

I opened the messages.

And then, my entire body went cold.

Hundreds of texts. Months’ worth of conversations.

They weren’t just friendly messages. They were filled with inside jokes, intimate confessions, and plans to meet in secret.

I scrolled further, my hands trembling, until I landed on something that made my heart stop.

The woman’s contact photo.

I gasped, nearly dropping the phone.

It was Lisa.

My best friend.

A mixture of rage, heartbreak, and betrayal surged through me, making it hard to breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t even cry.

Instead, I acted.

I grabbed my keys, my hands still shaking, and decided to follow him.