Caught in a Catfish Trap

I knew my husband was cheating… so I became the girl he cheated with. Yeah.

Let me explain. My husband — let’s call him Steve — started acting weird. Phone glued to him.

Password changed. Suddenly coming home late from “work drinks.” AND he magically

developed a skincare routine at 39. Sir… you’ve used the same 3-in-1 since college.

Stop. One night I’m spiralling, so I check his iPad — the one synced to his phone because

he doesn’t know how iCloud works — and boom. A Tinder notification. Not the iPad.

Anything but the iPad. I open it. And there he is… messaging women.

Plural. Many. So I do what any unhinged but strategic wife would do: