Web of Deceit

It started with a text....

" I know you have regrets... but our love is pure. We can wait until after the baby comes... then tell her."
I thought my phone had gone off... I had forgotten that I slept on his side since my side was uncomfortable with this growing belly. I reached for the phone to see who would be texting me so late at night. But this isn't my phone...
I look over at my husband sleeping soundly beside me and look back at his phone. My mother is texting my husband at 2 am...
I need some air. I need to get up because this can not be what I think it is.
I get out of bed clutching his phone. I go to the balcony and open the sliding glass door and slip outside. I sit on my lounger... perched on the edge.
I open up his text messages for the first time ever. Oh my god ... I take deep breaths... I can't stop the tears rolling as I flick through dick pics from him and topless photos from her. Meet-up times and I love you'd dating back 8 months.
My husband of 4 years and my mother have been having an affair...

I'm going to be sick. What the hell is going on? I grab my belly as I feel the baby move around. I start to rub and pat. Trying to soothe the both of us. I start to read through his messages to her, I can't even think of calling her Mom. Ugh... I really think I'm making myself sick.

I see a text message from earlier in the day yesterday. He was making plans to see her while laying in bed with me. He went on a 'grocery run' to get me sweet potatoes and cinnamon sugar. I have been craving it so badly. Here he is, real slick. Already in the trunk and hooking up in the car with her.

I get up and walk back into the room quietly. I need to hurry down to my office. I know that I have a SIM card in my desk. I only need to switch them out and upload it all to my backup phone. As I step into my space, I take a deep breath. I am so hurt right now and afraid of what I will see. I know that I need to know it all though.

I reach into my midcentury modern wooden desk. I keep the left drawer locked with my private writing and business stuff. On the right is my supplies and ..... yes! There it is, my backup phone and a SIM card sitting in the drawer. I switch them out and upload all his information to the phone. It takes a couple of minutes. I contemplate what I should do. I mean, I could beat him out of his sleep, and I make a run to her house. As pissed as I am, these moves just don't satisfy me.

I take his phone back upstairs and plug it up. I delete her message so that he doesn't know I read anything. I go back downstairs and into the spare room. I sit down and look around the room. I spent so much time trying to get everything just right after we started to share space. Statement wall and muted colored artwork. Nude colors meant to be soothing just irritate the hell out of me. He didn't like my bold yellows and bright artwork, so we switched it up. I have tears running down my face as I turn on the phone and open the messaging app.

I check to see if there are photos. My stomach violently heaves. I am up and running to the attached bathroom emptying my stomach loudly. I moan as I finish up. I crawl toward the tub and sit up. I take my personal phone to dial.

"I need you, can you come over?" I ask. My best friend goes from sleepy to alert in 2.5. "Do I need a shovel?" she says. And just like that, I know that no matter what, I will get through it. " No shovels yet, but when you come sneak in through the back gate. I'm in the guest room."

"Gurl, what the hell? Sneak in...? Yeah, I'm bringing coffee and bagels. I have that honey stuff you like too... I'm on my way."