Discovering a hidden email on my husband’s iPad was just the beginning. What I uncovered next turned my life upside down and left me questioning everything about the man I thought I knew.
It all started on a quiet Saturday. My husband, Adam, had taken our son on a trip with his brother to visit their mom. As I was tidying up the den, an email notification popped up on his iPad. It was from an apartment complex, informing Adam that the hot water would be shut off for repairs. The message was addressed to him by name, which made no sense—after all, we owned our home and hadn’t rented in over a decade.
I felt an unsettling wave of confusion. This was odd, to say the least. Adam was away in upstate New York with no cell service, so I snapped a photo of the email and tried to send it to him, but the message wouldn’t go through. When I finally reached him later, the connection was terrible. He brushed off the email, saying, “It must be a mistake. They probably got the wrong email.”
A mistake? With his full name spelled perfectly? I wasn’t convinced. Adam was meticulous about clearing his inbox, so I found it strange that there were no other emails from this sender. And yet, the apartment complex was only fifteen minutes from our house. Something didn’t add up, but I was too rattled to think clearly.
Up until this point, I had no reason to distrust Adam. We had been happily married for six years and had two beautiful children together. But suddenly, doubts started creeping in. I replayed our recent interactions in my head, searching for any clues I might have missed. I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. Adam had always been attentive, but in the last few months, he seemed to be spending more time away from home, often making excuses to leave. Was I being paranoid, or was there something more to this?
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