I unlocked his phone while he was in the shower.
The first message I saw stopped my heart:
“Don’t forget our flight tomorrow. She still has no idea.”
The sender? My sister.
My hands went numb. For months, he had been distant, coming home late, making excuses about “overtime.” I thought it was stress, maybe even depression. I never imagined this.
The chat history told me everything—secret hotel bookings, late-night rendezvous, even photos I could barely bring myself to look at. They weren’t just having an affair… they were planning to leave me behind, together.
I sat there frozen, phone shaking in my hands, listening to the sound of the shower running. Each second felt like an eternity.
My husband wasn’t just betraying me.
My sister—my own blood—was too.
And tomorrow, they were going to disappear.
