She never meant to snoop. It started as a flicker of doubt on a quiet Tuesday night—the kind that creeps in when the house is too silent and your thoughts get loud. Her husband had fallen asleep on the couch, phone buzzing softly beside his hand.
A message preview lit up the screen, just long enough for her to see a name that made her chest tighten. “The tender one.”
Her fingers trembled as she picked up the phone. She hated herself for it, but curiosity—and fear—won.
She opened the contacts. There were more. “The amazing one.”
“Lady of my dreams.”
Her stomach dropped.
Every dramatic story she’d ever read rushed into her head at once. Late nights. Secret smiles.
A double life hidden behind ordinary routines. She felt foolish for trusting so easily, for believing love could really be simple. With shaking hands, she dialed the first number.
A warm, familiar voice answered. “Hello, sweetheart?”
It was his mother. Her knees nearly gave out.
Embarrassment flushed through her as she stammered an excuse and hung up. Heart still racing, she dialed the second contact. Her sister-in-law answered, laughing about a burnt dinner and asking how her day had been.
Shame followed relief like a wave. She stared at the phone, tears already forming. How could she have doubted him?
How could she let insecurity poison something so good? Only one name remained. “Lady of my dreams.”
Her vision blurred as she pressed call, already preparing to apologize to the universe for her lack of faith.
Her own phone rang. The sound felt unreal. Distant.
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