He Cheated. I Found Out. But I’m The One Who Kept His Secret—Because Mine Is Worse

The proof was right there, hiding in plain sight.

I was looking for his car keys when I saw her name light up his phone. “Can’t wait to see you again 😘” It was 11:42 p.m. and we were supposed to be planning our anniversary trip.

I scrolled. He didn’t even bother to delete the messages. Hotel bookings, late-night selfies, one voice memo where she whispered, “Wish I could fall asleep next to you.”