I Grabbed the Wrong Phone at the Gym and Found Out My Husband Was Cheating – So I Changed One Thing About His Birthday Celebration
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Outside, I was halfway to my car when the phone buzzed.
Frank’s name flashed in the banner.
“Hi, sweetheart. I’ll soon ditch that pathetic wife.”
I stopped cold.
Sweetheart? He hadn’t called me that in years.
I tapped the home button. The wallpaper wasn’t mine, no goofy selfie of the kids, just a stock photo of wildflowers.
Before I could think, another message came in.
I stopped cold.
“Where are you, Devin? Did you leave already?”
Then another.
“Don’t worry, I’ll deal with Whitney after my birthday.”
And another.
“She’s always at the gym like it’ll help.”
My throat closed. This wasn’t my phone.
It belonged to the woman my husband was sleeping with.
Another message slid across the screen before it dimmed. I tapped it. The thread was still open.
This wasn’t my phone.
“Devin, she’s too dense to take a hint.”
“The kids look just like her. I can’t stand it.”
My hands shook as I pulled out my own phone and took pictures before the screen could go dark.
**
I went back inside, my nerves buzzing. The phone’s owner, tall, young, brown hair up in a messy bun, stood by the counter, talking to the front desk manager.
“I’m so sure I left it on the bench. I just… If someone returns it, just let me know on my landline,” she said.
When she turned, I recognized her.
“She’s too dense to take a hint.”
We’d shared nods, once fought over the same locker, once reached for the same hair dryer.
But we were never more than polite strangers.
“Excuse me,” I said, forcing myself to sound normal. “I think I picked up your phone in error.”
Her face brightened with relief. “Oh my goodness, yes! I was freaking out. I’ve gotten so clumsy with my phone lately!”
“It happens,” I said.
She hesitated, studying my face for a moment. “Are you… are you okay?”
Her face brightened with relief.
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