All Chapters of How I Catfished my Husband and his Girlfriend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

For weeks, I had been reacting.Now I was directing.But control is addictive.That was the part I hadn’t prepared for.Every notification lit up like a secret only I understood. Dominic — Vincent — typing to one account. Kristi confiding in another. Brian offering reassurance. The female profile offering temptation.I wasn’t chasing the truth anymore.I was orchestrating it.And then the question crept in:How long can I keep this up?Because deception, even when you justify it, is exhausting. You have to remember who knows what. Who said what. Which lies are theirs and which stories are yours.And the bigger question?What happens if Dominic finds out it’s me?I pictured it.Him standing in the kitchen, phone in hand.Screenshots pulled up.The moment his face shifts from confusion… to realization.Would he be angry?Embarrassed?Impressed?Or would he finally understand what it feels like to have the ground move under your feet?Part of me feared exposure. Not because I felt guilty

Kristi wouldn’t bend.No matter how many doubts Brian planted, she defended Vince like a soldier defending territory.“He’s just private.”“He’s been hurt before.”“You don’t understand him.”Sophia would stare at those messages, the glow of her phone lighting up the dark bedroom while Dominic slept beside her.You don’t understand him.The words almost made her laugh.Twenty-four years.She understood him better than anyone.But something started to shift.Kristi wasn’t just ignoring the warnings anymore — she was escalating.She sent Brian screenshots of Vince’s messages.She forwarded voice notes.She started asking Erin if she thought Brian was “testing” her loyalty.The web was tightening from both sides now.And then came the message that made Sophia’s pulse spike.Kristi texted Brian:“I think I’m going to surprise him in the city this weekend.”Sophia’s breath caught.That was the weekend.The one she had planned.The one Dominic thought was about reconnection.Suddenly, this

Sophia woke before the sun.The city skyline outside her separate hotel room was quiet, washed in pale gray. For the first time in weeks, her phone wasn’t buzzing. No Brian. No fake profiles. No layered conversations to manage.Just silence.There was a knock at 7:12 a.m.Not aggressive.Not hesitant.Measured.She already knew it was him.When she opened the door, Dominic looked like a man who hadn’t slept. The confidence he usually carried — the counselor composure, the practiced calm — was cracked.“Can I come in?” he asked.She stepped aside without a word.He walked in slowly, taking in the distance between them. The untouched second pillow. The packed overnight bag.“I deserve that,” he said quietly.Sophia crossed her arms, leaning against the window. “You deserve honesty. That’s what you said you wanted from strangers.”He flinched slightly.“It didn’t mean anything,” he said. “It was ego. It was stupid.”“It meant something,” she replied. “You don’t create a second name for n

Three weeks passed.The house felt different — quieter, but not tense. Dominic started counseling. He left his phone face up. He checked in. He tried.Sophia watched.Not suspicious.Just observant.One evening, as she folded laundry, her phone buzzed with a number she didn’t recognize.She almost ignored it.Almost.The message was short.Kristi:“I think you deserve to know the full truth.”Sophia’s chest tightened — not with fear, but with curiosity.She stepped into the bedroom and closed the door before responding.“What truth?”Three dots appeared immediately.Then:“He told me about you.”Sophia’s breath slowed.“That we were separated?” she typed.“No. He told me you were smart. That you’d figure it out eventually. That you were always two steps ahead.”Sophia froze.Another message came through.“He said if you ever found out, it wouldn’t be dramatic. It would be strategic.”The room suddenly felt smaller.Dominic knew her.Of course he did.Twenty-four years.He knew how her

Sophia didn’t rush when she sat down.She placed her phone on the table. Screen down. Controlled.Kristi watched her carefully, as if waiting for the version of a wife she’d rehearsed in her head — emotional, reactive, wounded.She didn’t get her.“You didn’t steal him,” Sophia said. Her tone was level, almost bored. “He walked.”Kristi blinked. “That’s not what he said.”“I know.”The air shifted.Kristi folded her hands together. “He told me you were cold. That you didn’t see him. That he felt invisible.”Sophia’s expression didn’t move.“Men who feel invisible don’t book hotels,” she replied.A flicker of embarrassment crossed Kristi’s face.“I thought he was unhappy.”“He is,” Sophia said. “But not for the reasons he told you.”Silence.Kristi tried again. “He said you’d never leave. That no matter what he did, you wouldn’t.”A faint pause.“He miscalculated.”The words weren’t emotional. They were strategic.Kristi shifted in her seat. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”“It d