After having three children, my body changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And my husband Frank made it clear he didn\u2019t like it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan\u2019t you do something with yourself before my birthday?\u201d he snapped one evening. \u201cGuests are coming. I\u2019m ashamed of the impression we\u2019ll make.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The words stung more than I let him see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I go to the gym almost every day. Same time, same locker room, same routine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s why I didn\u2019t think twice when I grabbed my phone from the bench after finishing my workout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Same model. Same case.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tossed it into my bag and went home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A little while later, the phone buzzed with a text from Frank<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was surprised I could unlock the phone without a password.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I read the message.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHi sweetheart. How are you? I\u2019ll soon ditch my pathetic wife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n For a moment I thought it was some kind of joke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Frank hadn\u2019t called me \u201csweetheart\u201d in years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And what did he mean by pathetic wife<\/strong>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the realization hit me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had taken someone else\u2019s phone from the gym.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And my husband was texting that phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My hands started shaking as I opened the message thread.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was definitely Frank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He was messaging the woman who owned the phone \u2014 a young woman from my gym.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The conversation was disgusting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He complained about me constantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He wrote about how \u201cawful\u201d I was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And the worst part?<\/p>\n\n\n\n He said he hated our kids because they looked like me<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My stomach turned as rage flooded through me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But instead of confronting him, I did something else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I arranged to meet the phone\u2019s owner to exchange our phones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And I didn\u2019t let on for a second that I knew she was my husband\u2019s mistress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I smiled politely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Acted completely normal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I returned home, I behaved like the perfect wife<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dinner ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n House clean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Friendly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Frank suspected nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not that evening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not the next day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And not even on the morning of his birthday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That day I woke up early, curled my hair, put on my nicest dress, and smiled from the moment he saw me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Frank wanted an unforgettable birthday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And I was going to give him one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That evening we hosted a dinner at his favorite restaurant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Friends, coworkers, even a few family members gathered around the large table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Frank opened gift after gift while laughing and enjoying the attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When he reached my present, I gently stopped him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSave mine for last,\u201d I said sweetly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He smirked, clearly expecting something romantic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Finally, when everyone had finished dessert, he opened my gift.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside the box was a neatly printed stack of screenshots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every message he had sent his mistress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every insult about me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every cruel comment about our children.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And taped to the top was something else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Divorce papers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Frank\u2019s face drained of color as he flipped through the pages.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He slammed the box shut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAre you out of your mind?!\u201d he shouted. \u201cWhat did you do?! 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