I'd never snooped before, so he'd never bothered password-protecting it from me. My birthday granted instant access.
As I scrutinized every chat log, everything seemed normal—work discussions, gaming banter, client queries. Nothing suspicious.
Except for what I was dreading to find yet desperately hoping I wouldn't.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Am I being overly sensitive?
Trust was the cornerstone of marriage, especially with someone who loved me to his core like York.
Reality, however, could be cruel.
Just as I was about to exit and return the phone, a message popped up, catching my eye like a fish leaping from the water.
This contact had no chat history, but this single message jolted me like an electric shock.
It was a selfie of someone wrapped in a towel. The subject's face was hidden, but long, wet hair cascaded over delicate collarbones. Droplets glistened on a snow-white neck under the soft lighting.
The thin towel clung to her body, accentuating a slender, graceful figure.
Though nothing explicit was shown, even I, as a woman, couldn't help but marvel at the allure she exuded.
The caption read: [York, I had so much fun today. Remember to find me again soon! Waiting for you!]