1:47 a.m. Betrayal Uncovered

I checked his phone at 1:47 a.m. and immediately felt sick… We had been together

for five years. Five birthdays. Five holidays. Five years of saying “forever” like it

meant something. Whenever I asked questions, he always reacted the same way.

He’d sigh. Roll his eyes. Tell me I was paranoid. He said I overthought everything.

That my trust issues would ruin us. And eventually, I stopped asking. That night,

I couldn’t sleep. He was already passed out beside me, breathing slow and steady,

like someone with nothing to hide. His phone was face-down on the nightstand. I told myself not

to look. I told myself I didn’t need to. Then the screen lit up.