A husband discovers his wife's affair through Wi-Fi router logs after she becomes overly protective of her phone.

At a stoplight, my phone synced to my husband's car Bluetooth, broadcasting his call with another woman planning a hotel rendezvous.

I glanced down at his phone on the console. The text from Misty burned: 'I can still feel your hands on my thighs.'

I was folding laundry when the local news reported my husband's affair had been broadcast over police radio. The entire city heard what I couldn't.

She packed two suitcases and walked out for someone new. The thing she didn't pack would come back to haunt us both eight months later.

A simple movie night turns devastating when a notification reveals my wife's affair with her ex.