One afternoon, I went to the mall to sort out some errands. My husband texted me to pick up a few pairs of socks, but right in the middle of shopping, my phone died. Like, totally dead.
I needed to call him to ask what kind he wanted, so I walked up to a nearby checkout and, feeling ridiculous, I asked the cashier if I could borrow her phone for a quick call. She hesitated, then handed it to me.
I entered my husband’s number.
And my entire body went cold.
On her screen, his contact was saved as: “My Love.”
I looked up at her so fast I almost dropped the phone. She looked like all the blood drained out of her face.
“I swear… I didn’t know,” she said, voice shaking. “He told me he wasn’t married. He said it was complicated and that he’d make it official once he dealt with some ‘work stuff.'”
Then she added the line that made my stomach twist even more.
“He told me today he was out golfing with a friend.”
Meanwhile, my husband had told me he’d be working late.
That’s when it clicked — he wasn’t just lying to me. He’d been playing both of us.
And in that moment, we weren’t two women fighting over a man.
We were two women who decided he wasn’t walking away from this untouched.
So we came up with a plan.
