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I found a couple's check-in app on my husband's phone. He had been checking in with someone for a full two hundred days. He recorded their first hug, their first kiss, and even the first time they sle//pt together. That day was our seventh wedding anniversary. And the girl? She was the poverty-stricken student I sponsored. We built everything from scratch together over the past ten years, yet he found me too old. He was generous with the other woman, but stingy with me. I wiped away my tears with a smile and called my lawyer of many years. "Help me draft a divorce agreement." "Also, check all of my husband's bank statements and track the movements of the girl I sponsored." If they dared to cheat behind my back, I'll make sure they know the cost! Right before bed, I accidentally stumbled upon something that froze my b|ood. Half a year ago, Ethan Moreau—my husband—had used a secret @ccount to post on a relationship forum: [My girlfriend’s a v1rgin. What position hurts her the least the first time?] The top comment said: [Missionary is the most gentle—your girl’s lucky to have someone as thoughtful as you.] A perfect gentleman, they called him. I nudged him awake and asked softly, “Do you still remember what position we used our first time?” Ethan blinked, confused. Then, in that half-asleep, careless tone of his, he wrapped an arm around me and murmured, “No idea. You weren’t exactly a v1rgin, so of course I went with whatever felt good.” I smiled, nodded, and felt a tear hit the phone screen. On it was a post from Tessa Bloom—the college student I’d been sponsoring through a corporate scholarship. [Gave my first time to the gentlest man in the world. Next time, I’ll be the one on top as payback.] *** A woman’s intuition can be terrifyingly precise. In those ten short minutes, every scattered clue I’d ever ignored fell into place. My hand trembled as I unlocked Ethan’s phone, tapping through app after app, searching for a lie I didn’t want to see. How ridiculous—wha
