All Chapters of How I Catfished my Husband and his Girlfriend: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The house was quiet.Not peaceful.Heavy.Dominic’s bags sat open on the bed as he packed—uniforms folded with precision, gear laid out like muscle memory. He moved with focus, like he always did before leaving.Sophia stood in the doorway.Watching.Not helping.Just… taking it in.Because she knew this part too well.Dominic zipped one of the bags and finally looked up at her.“You’re quiet.”Sophia shrugged slightly.“I don’t have anything new to say.”Dominic walked over, stopping a few feet in front of her.“Then say the old things.”Sophia crossed her arms.“I don’t like this.”Dominic nodded.“I know.”Sophia held his gaze.“I don’t like the situation.”Dominic stepped closer.“Trust me.”Sophia didn’t hesitate.“I do.”That wasn’t the issue.Dominic searched her face.“Then what is it?”Sophia exhaled slowly.“I’ve seen this before.”Dominic didn’t roll his eyes this time.Didn’t argue.Because now…He understood what she meant.Sophia continued quietly,“Not you… but situatio

The days after that call felt… different.Not loud.Not explosive.Just quiet.Too quiet.Dominic still called.Every night.FaceTime like always.But something had changed.Sophia could feel it.There was a pause before they spoke.A hesitation.Like both of them were choosing their words more carefully now.Protecting something fragile.Or maybe…Protecting themselves.One night, Dominic called after the kids were already asleep.Sophia answered.“Hey.”“Hey.”That was it.No warmth.No ease.Just… neutral.Dominic noticed immediately.“You okay?”Sophia nodded.“Yeah.”He didn’t believe it.“I meant what I said,” he added.Sophia looked at him.“I know.”Dominic leaned forward slightly.“I’m keeping my distance.”Sophia gave a small nod.“Good.”A beat.Then she said it.“But it shouldn’t have gotten there in the first place.”Dominic didn’t argue.“Yeah.”Sophia wanted to move past it.She did.But her mind wouldn’t let her.Every time his phone didn’t answer right away…Every tim

The first few weeks felt… unfamiliar.Not in a bad way.Just different.Dominic was home.Really home.No countdown.No deployment hanging over them.No bags packed in the corner.Just him.In the house.At the table.In the everyday moments.But after everything…Even that took getting used to.Sophia stood in the kitchen one morning watching him make breakfast with the kids.Flour everywhere.Gianna laughing.Giovanni trying to “help.”Hailey giving instructions like she was in charge.Dominic looked up and caught Sophia watching.“What?” he asked.Sophia smiled faintly.“Nothing.”But it wasn’t nothing.She was studying him.Not for suspicion.For understanding.Dominic started doing things differently.He put his phone down more.Came straight home.Stayed present.Even when he was tired.One night, his phone buzzed during dinner.He glanced at it.Then flipped it over.Sophia noticed.“You can answer it.”Dominic shook his head.“It can wait.”Sophia didn’t say anything.But that

Sophia knew something was wrong before she even pulled into the driveway.Her phone had been buzzing all night during her shift.At first she ignored it—busy, moving, working tables.Then she checked.Texts from Dominic.Not normal ones.Not him.“You only care about money.”“You think you’re better than me now?”“Gold digger.”Sophia stared at the screen in disbelief.Her stomach dropped.This wasn’t frustration.This was… something else.Her hands were tight on the steering wheel.Her mind racing.What is going on with him?Why is he saying this?She had seen him stressed.Frustrated.Even angry.But not like this.Not mean.And not this personal.For the first time in a long time—Sophia felt nervous to go home.The door creaked open slowly.The house was quiet.Too quiet.Then she smelled it.Alcohol.Strong.Heavy.Sophia stepped into the living room.And there he was.Dominic.Slouched on the couch.A nearly empty bottle of bourbon in his hand.Eyes unfocused.Angry.Lost.“Dom…

The house felt empty the moment the kids left.Too quiet.No laughter.No chaos.No distractions.Just Sophia… and Dominic.And whatever was going on with him.It didn’t take long.By evening, Dominic had already been drinking.Not one drink.Not two.A lot.Sophia stood in the kitchen watching him pour another glass.“Dom… slow down.”He didn’t listen.Didn’t even acknowledge her.By the time they went upstairs, his words were already slurring.Sophia followed him into the bedroom, her chest tight.“We need to talk about this.”Dominic turned suddenly.“No… we don’t.”Sophia stopped.“Yes, we do.”Dominic laughed, but it was sharp.“You just want to start another fight.”Sophia shook her head.“I want to understand what’s going on with you.”Dominic’s expression changed.Anger.Out of nowhere.“You think you know everything, don’t you?”Sophia frowned.“What?”Dominic stepped closer.“You’ve got it all figured out… judging me… acting like you’re better than me.”Sophia stared at him.