[Betrayed and Vengeful] A Husband's Revenge

CHAPTER 1: THE UNRAVELING SECRET

It began with something small, almost insignificant. A glance, a lingering pause in a conversation that should have been casual. It was the kind of moment that most people would overlook, but Michael wasn’t most people. After ten years of marriage, he had learned to pick up on the subtle shifts in his wife’s behavior, the way her voice seemed just a bit lighter when she spoke to someone else, the way her phone stayed in her hand longer than usual.

At first, he dismissed it. After all, trust was the foundation of their relationship—or at least, that’s what he believed. But that day, when he arrived home earlier than usual, something felt off. Anna was in the kitchen, her back turned to him, stirring something in the pot. The familiar smell of their favorite meal filled the room, but it couldn’t mask the tension in the air. He couldn’t place it at first, but the silence between them felt different, heavier somehow.

“Hey,” he greeted her, walking up behind her and kissing her cheek. She jumped slightly, her body stiffening under his touch.

“Oh, you’re home early,” she said, her voice too cheerful, too forced. She didn’t turn around.

“Yeah, thought I’d surprise you,” Michael replied, eyeing the phone she had quickly placed on the counter, screen facing down. He couldn’t help but notice how she seemed to inch away, as if his presence was suddenly unwelcome. It wasn’t like Anna. She was always warm, always drawing him closer.

Something was wrong. He felt it in his gut.

“I’ll just wash up,” he said, pretending not to notice. But as he walked toward the bedroom, his mind raced. When had things changed? When had this distance crept between them?

Later that evening, when Anna left the room to take a call, Michael found himself glancing at her phone again. He wasn’t the type to snoop, and the idea of invading her privacy made him sick, but there it was—her phone, beckoning him like a guilty secret waiting to be uncovered.

And then it happened. The vibration. A message flashed across the screen, and even though he knew he shouldn’t, even though every part of him screamed to leave it alone, he couldn’t help but look.

“Miss you too. Can’t wait to see you again. ❤️ ❤️”

His heart stopped.

The words swirled in his head, each one like a dagger cutting deeper into his chest. He stood frozen, unable to process what he had just seen. Was this some kind of joke? His hands trembled as he stared at the message, the little red heart at the end mocking him. His breath caught in his throat, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It had to be a mistake. It had to be.

The sound of Anna’s voice, light and carefree, drifted in from the next room. She was laughing at something on the other end of the line, her tone so natural, so... familiar. Who was she talking to? Was it him? The man who had sent the message? The thought sent a wave of nausea through Michael.

He placed the phone back on the counter, exactly where it had been, and walked out of the kitchen, the weight of his discovery pressing down on him. His mind was racing, heart pounding as he struggled to control his emotions. Should he confront her? Demand an explanation? Or should he wait, gather more evidence, make sure he wasn’t jumping to conclusions?

He felt like a fool. How long had this been going on? How many nights had she spent lying beside him, pretending everything was normal while her heart—and her messages—belonged to someone else?

That night, as they lay in bed, Anna curled up next to him, her breathing soft and steady. But Michael couldn’t sleep. The message haunted him, gnawing at his every thought. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it, clear as day: “Miss you too. Can’t wait to see you again.” His imagination ran wild with possibilities. Who was this man? How long had it been going on? And why? Why had Anna betrayed him like this?

The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards and the gentle hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. But in Michael’s mind, the silence was deafening. His thoughts grew louder, more chaotic, until finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Anna, and made his way to the living room, sinking onto the couch as the weight of everything crashed down on him.

There, in the darkness, Michael’s mind began to piece together fragments of memories—times when Anna had seemed distant, when she’d stayed late at work or taken her phone into the bathroom with her, small things he’d brushed off as normal. But now, in the harsh light of what he’d seen, it all began to make sense. The signs had been there, but he’d been blind to them, too trusting to see what was right in front of him.

He stared at the ceiling, his fists clenched at his sides. Betrayal. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. How could she do this to him? To their family?

But beneath the anger, there was something else—a deep, gnawing pain. He loved Anna. He had built his life around her, around their marriage, and now it felt like everything was unraveling. How was he supposed to move forward? What was he supposed to do?

One thing was certain: this secret, this betrayal, was just the beginning. And as the hours ticked by, Michael knew that he couldn’t let it go. He had to find out the truth, no matter how painful it might be.