Feel His Lies Deeply

"He slept with my cousin, just thinking about it turns me off."

"I feel dirty lying next to her, I take a half-hour shower every time I touch her."

"She's as boring as a dead fish. I wish she were as lively and cheerful as you."

"Look at her, doesn't she look like a lunatic?"

The video showed me throwing things around during a manic episode, sitting on the floor and crying.

These were the messages my husband sent to his first love, filled with mockery and disdain for me. After a brief period of anger, I calmed down and saved evidence of his infidelity, then drafted divorce papers. The scumbag tried to use his cancer to morally blackmail me into forgiving him. That was so ridiculous. If I don't divorce him, should I wait until he dies to keep vigil for him?

Chase, labeled her as "Heart's Moon" on his phone, she sent him a message, [You were so eager just now that you tore my maid outfit, you bad boy.] Following the message was a blushing emoji.

Seeing these words felt like countless needles stabbing my heart, my throat tightening with dryness. My eyes involuntarily welled up with tears and soon, the tears flowed uncontrollably. I deceived myself by closing and reopening my eyes, hoping it wasn't true, but it was. Chase's phone screensaver was our wedding photo and this message appeared in the middle, mocking my ridiculous love.

I easily unlocked his phone with my birthday as the password, the same one he had used for ten years. I believed trust was the most important thing in a marriage. I had never secretly looked through his phone in all our years together. My trust gave him the courage to cheat openly.

Heart's Moon: [Tonight I'll wear the red lingerie you bought for me. Are you coming over?]

Chase: [Seductress, wait for me!]

As I scrolled up, I saw many explicit photos sent by Heart's Moon and their vile conversations. The more I read, the more nauseated I felt.

Three months ago, Chase had sent: [Just thinking about her sleeping with my cousin turns me off.]

Heart's Moon: [Ew, she's a slut.]

Chase: [I feel dirty lying next to her, I take a half-hour shower every time I touch her.]

Heart's Moon: [It's impressive you don't throw up.]

Chase: [She's as boring as a dead fish. I wish she were as lively and cheerful as you.]

Heart's Moon: [Humph, now you see how great I am. Your wife isn't even worthy of comparing to me. She's so ugly. You use her as my substitute, lowering my standards.]

Chase: [Look at her, doesn't she look like a lunatic?]

The video's content was me, throwing things around during a manic episode, sitting on the floor and crying in distress.

With a thud, the phone fell to the ground. I tried hard to suppress the urge to rush in and kill Chase, trembling as I took out the medication I hadn't used for a year and swallowed it. After taking the medicine, I saw the tear-soaked report on the bed. When I got this report, I was despairing, but now I felt relieved.

I forced myself to calm down, used his account to add myself and forwarded his and the mistress's chat records to my account. After forwarding, I deleted the trace of his account adding mine. I accidentally saw a "Big Eye" app on his phone's interface, he had never played this before.