If I hadn’t accidentally seen my husband’s phone, I would never have discovered his secret. It turns out that my meticulous husband, Jacob, was living a whole other life on his second Instagram account, posing as some kind of player. They even had a group where they competed to see whose affair was the most thrilling. Wow, I was in for a real eye-opener. When Jacob “Jake” Rivers pursued me back in the day, he put in a lot of effort. Even after we got married, he never changed—always so caring and loving. He would wake up early to make me breakfast and then drop me off at work. One morning, I woke up with an urgent need to use the bathroom. I rushed to the restroom, and I heard the shower running—Jake must have been in the bathroom. I didn’t pay much attention to it and went about my business. Suddenly, I heard a notification chime. I looked over and saw Jake’s phone lying on the bathroom counter, screen lighting up. It seemed like a message had come in. Curious, I picked it up. The screen was flashing, showing an Instagram account I had never seen before. The profile picture was of a shirtless guy flaunting his six-pack abs—definitely not the Instagram Jake normally used. I froze for a second and instinctively tried to unlock it. But something unexpected happened. The password was incorrect. My heart skipped a beat. Jake had always used my birthday as his password, and it had never changed. How could it have changed overnight? There was only one explanation: Jake must have changed it while I was asleep. I tried entering his own birthday, but that didn’t work either. Not wanting to try again and risk locking the phone, I placed it back on the counter and walked out. A few minutes later, Jake finished his shower and came out. He noticed I was awake and came over to kiss me on the cheek, saying he’d make me breakfast. I watched as he busied himself in the kitchen. Something felt off, so I casually asked him for his phone, saying I needed to look something up. Jake handed it to me without hesitation, just like he usually would. I sat down on the couch and unlocked the phone with ease this time. To my surprise, the password was once again my birthday. My instincts told me something was up, so I started scanning through his phone. Everything seemed normal—his apps were all still there. I opened his Instagram, and the first pinned chat was with me, with the note “Your beloved wife.” His profile picture was still the one of the two of us together. Nothing seemed to have changed. Had I imagined the other Instagram account? A little doubt crept into my mind. Jake came out of the kitchen with breakfast and called me over to eat. I got up and handed his phone back, my mind distracted as I ate. Just like always, Jake kept putting food on my plate, encouraging me to eat more. I looked up at his face, and his eyes reflected nothing but love for me. Could I have been overthinking? Doubts continued to swirl in my head.
After breakfast, Jake handed me a handful of prenatal vitamins, which had become part of my daily routine. If there’s one thing I regret in life, it’s that despite being married to Jake for years, we never had a child of our own. We’d tried everything—doctors, treatments, and all kinds of medications, but nothing worked. Then one day, Jake brought home some vitamins from who knows where. He told me that many people at his company had tried them and, sure enough, they had soon gotten pregnant afterward. I believed him, so I took them dutifully every morning. After I swallowed the pills, Jake smiled, ran his hand through my hair, and called me a “good girl” before dropping me off at work. The whole day at the office, I couldn’t concentrate. Something didn’t sit right. I opened my computer and searched: “Can you have two Instagram accounts on the same phone?” I was shocked by what I found. Phones could, indeed, support multiple Instagram accounts. I remembered Jake had just upgraded his phone, and it was capable of running two accounts. That night, when I got home, I grabbed Jake’s phone again. This time, I went straight to Instagram, into settings, and found the dual-app function. I switched accounts, and sure enough—there was a second Instagram account. The profile picture? That same shirtless guy with abs I had seen earlier that morning. I opened the account. Messages flooded the screen, the unread number glowing red. The group chat was titled, “The Best Affairs Start Here.” I clicked into it. Jake was one of the most active members, constantly posting photos of himself with different women. Looking at the pictures, I felt a wave of defeat and heartbreak like I’d never known before. It was as if I had never really known the man I married. From the kitchen, I heard Jake calling me to dinner. I quickly noted the group name, switched back to the original account, and returned the phone to its place. That night, I locked myself in the home office. I created a fake account and spent a little money to join the group chat. As soon as I entered, I saw Jake bragging about his affairs. He had just posted a picture of himself on top of some woman, her face hidden but her body was curvy. After that post, the group chat exploded with excitement. Reading those messages and seeing the pictures felt like a dagger twisting inside me. I could barely breathe. The group buzzed with more activity because of Jake’s post. Someone even suggested a competition to see who could have the most affairs. Without hesitation, Jake was the first to agree. He even said he’d share the time and hotel details for his next affair. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was this really Jacob “Jake” Rivers—the man who claimed to love and care for me?
Jake and I met in college. He was a year ahead of me and sort of like my mentor. When we were both looking for internships right before graduation, one of my professors suggested I apply to the same firm where Jake was working. When I joined, I didn’t know much, and Jake patiently guided me through everything. That’s when I started feeling something for him. One night, I stayed late at the office to finish some work. I was so busy I didn’t even have time for dinner. When I finally finished, I stood up, feeling dizzy and sick. Before I knew it, I collapsed. The last thing I remembered before passing out was hearing Jake’s voice and seeing him running toward me. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. Jake was sitting beside me, fast asleep. Sensing I had woken up, he opened his eyes, smiled, and said, “You’re awake. The doctor said it was just a bad case of gastritis, but you’re going to be fine.” I looked at the clock; it was nearly 5 a.m. He had stayed with me all night. I was touched. The doctor released me after a night of observation, and Jake even took me out for breakfast afterward. That incident brought us closer, and soon after, we started dating. Jake was incredibly attentive, and with his care, my stomach issues never bothered me again. After graduation, I was offered a permanent position at the firm because of my excellent performance. But shortly after, Jake resigned, and I was shocked. I went down to the parking garage to confront him, asking why he quit. He just stared at me without answering. I was so anxious that I started crying and grabbed his hand, begging to know why he was leaving. He sighed, pulled me into his arms, and whispered in my ear, “Silly girl, the company doesn’t allow office relationships. I had to quit so I could date you.” I blushed like a tomato. After he left the company, we officially started dating. It was like being wrapped in sweetness every day. Not long after, Jake proposed, and I didn’t hesitate for a second—I said yes immediately. I took him to meet my parents, expecting them to love him as much as I did. But they were adamantly opposed. They thought Jake was too complicated, and I was too naive, that I would end up getting hurt. I didn’t listen. I fought with them for a long time before they finally gave in. To prove himself, Jake continued being the perfect husband after we got married, and my parents eventually warmed up to him. My father even pulled some strings to get Jake a job as CFO at a major international firm. Meanwhile, my career was thriving. Within a few years, I became the head of overseas business for our firm. I thought life would stay perfect forever, but then Jake slapped me in the face with reality. Not only had he cheated, but he was bragging about it in a group chat. I was furious and didn’t sleep all night. The next morning, I went to work with two huge bags under my eyes. I sat at my desk, trying to figure out who the other woman could be. I took out my phone and started scrolling through Jake’s Instagram. Most of the pictures were of us, smiling happily together in every shot.
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