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 returned home to find my cockatoo squawking a strange woman's name every time my husband entered the room. The bird's new word would unravel our marriage.

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.