My husband always shared his passwords—until he suddenly got a new phone and guarded it obsessively, even locking it in the car every night. He said it was for work, but my gut told me something was wrong.
At 2 a.m., I grabbed his keys, unlocked the phone using a date he’d never forget—and what I saw was far worse than cheating. Before I could process it, I heard footsteps behind me. He stood there with a flashlight, eyes full of fear, and whispered that he never wanted me to find out.