Part 1 — The Messages That Ended My Marriage
When I was seven months pregnant, I discovered that my husband was having an affair.
There are moments in life when everything divides into before and after.
That was mine.
Before that afternoon, I was a woman preparing to become a mother with the man I believed would grow old beside me.
Afterward, I was simply trying to breathe.
My husband, Daniel, had left his phone charging on the kitchen counter while he showered.
I wasn’t looking for anything.
That part still matters to me.
I hadn’t been suspicious. I wasn’t checking his messages or searching for evidence. I picked up his phone because mine was upstairs and I wanted to check the time.
Then a notification appeared.
I wish you were here. Last night wasn’t enough.
I stared at the screen.
For a few seconds, my brain refused to understand the
