When my husband, Mark—who has always shared every password with me—suddenly bought a new phone and kept it private, I was stunned. He snatched it away from the kids whenever they got too close, stepped outside to take calls, and locked the phone in the trunk of his car every single night. He insisted it was for work, but my gut whispered otherwise.
Was he cheating?

One night, at 2 a.m., I couldn’t take the uncertainty anymore. I grabbed his keys, slipped outside in the cold, and found the phone hidden under a blanket in the trunk. Heart pounding, I tried the passcodes I knew by heart—his birthday, our anniversary, our son’s birthday.
To my shock, it unlocked.

But what appeared on the screen was far worse than anything I had feared. My breath caught in my throat. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. Mark stood there, pale and silent, a flashlight trembling in his hand, his eyes glassy.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this…” he whispered.