Chapter 3

Over the next few days, I constantly caught him staring intensely at his screen or typing at lightning speed.

It didn't take a genius to know he was admiring Abigail's latest posts and texting her non stop.

Surprisingly, my gold digging husband hadn't dumped her yet. I needed a new strategy to blow up their romance.

One night, he was snoring loudly in bed, mumbling Abigail's name in his sleep.

I crept over to his side, picked up his phone, and typed in the passcode.

We always knew each other's passwords, though he hated me looking at his screen.

Out…