Days passed in that silent agony.I kept trying to guess her new phone password, but every attempt ended in failure.It was like staring at a locked door that hid something poisonous on the other side — and the more time passed, the more certain I became that I needed to open it.
But the confirmation came in the most unexpected way.
One night, she said she was going out with friends.Nothing unusual at first.But when I got home, something inside me twisted — a small, stupid detail: clothes in the washing machine that I didn't recognize.
A doubt.A whisper in the back of my mind.A voice I didn't want to hear.
I called her.
Once.Twice.Three times.
No answer.
The silence on the other end of the line was louder than any scream.
My heart tightening, I called the friend she claimed to be with.
"No, Leandro… she's not here with me. I'm at home."
The floor vanished beneath my feet.My vision blurred.Everything around me felt unreal, like a dream you can't wake up from.
I waited.And waited.
Two hours later, around 11 p.m., she stumbled through the door — slightly drunk, smelling of perfume that wasn't hers.
"Didn't you hear your phone? I called you several times."
She shrugged casually."It died."
Something in me cracked.
I grabbed her phone from her purse.The screen lit up instantly.
Battery: 63%
All my missed calls were there.Ignored.Hidden behind lies.
We argued — voices rising, emotions exploding.I asked why she lied, why she ignored me.She snapped:
"You're suffocating me! You keep calling like a madman!"
Seeing she was drunk and irritable, I stepped back.There was no point in escalating anything that night.
But as we lay side by side in bed, her breathing slowly settling into sleep, a final plan took form in my mind — cold, precise, inevitable.
I was done guessing.I needed the truth.
I waited until the silent hours of the night — that moment when the world feels frozen and every sound echoes louder.
Gently, with the patience of a surgeon, I took her hand.Her fingers were warm, relaxed, helpless.
I pressed her index finger against the phone's sensor.
Click.
It unlocked.
My heart exploded inside my chest.My hands trembled as I opened the messaging app.
And there it was.
The truth.Naked.Undeniable.Cruel.
She had been cheating on me.
With someone close — a friend of my cousin.
There were photos.Videos she had sent him.Messages scheduling motel meetings.And it wasn't one night.It wasn't a mistake.
It was a pattern.A routine.A double life.
My entire body went cold.A wave of nausea rose so violently that I almost collapsed.My heart felt like it had been submerged in ice water.
Everything I believed about my marriage shattered in seconds.
And from the ruins of that pain, a single, clear certainty emerged:
I was going to leave.
There was no coming back from that.