All Chapters of How I Catfished my Husband and his Girlfriend: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Sophia sank deeper into the tub, the warm water doing nothing to calm the storm building inside her. Her phone lit up in her hand as she reread the message, her jaw tightening.So that was the story Kristi was selling.Sophia let out a quiet, bitter laugh. Dominic—Vince—wasn’t with her. Not at a steakhouse. Not at a bar. Nowhere near her. Sophia knew exactly where he had been… and it wasn’t anything close to what Kristi just described.“Wow,” she muttered under her breath. “You don’t even try to make it believable.”She opened the app again, slipping right back into Bryan like flipping a switch.Hey sweetcheeks… you and Vince having fun? she had asked.And Kristi had run with it. Fully.Sophia stared at the lies again, this time reading them differently—not as something that hurt, but as something useful.Carefully, she started typing.“Sounds like he’s really going all out for you…”Three dots appeared instantly.“Oh he is. He always does. He treats me way better than he ever treated

Sophia set her phone down, her plan shifting—not falling apart, just… evolving.Because this wasn’t just about catching them anymore.This was about control.Her phone buzzed again.Dominic.She picked it up.“Hey, something weird just happened.”Sophia leaned back slightly.“What?”“Bridget just texted me out of nowhere.”Sophia’s eyes narrowed, but she stayed quiet, letting him continue.“She invited me out Friday night. Said a group of them are going somewhere nice. Told me I should come.”Sophia waited a beat before responding.“Oh yeah? You going?”There was a longer pause this time.Then—“Honestly… I don’t think so.”Sophia blinked once, caught slightly off guard.“Why not?”Another pause.“I don’t know… just not really feeling it.”The typing bubble disappeared. Came back.“I’d rather just stay in. Maybe hang out with you and the kids if that’s okay.”Sophia sat up straighter now.That… she didn’t expect.“You sure?”“Yeah. I mean… it’s been a while. And I’ve been thinking abo

Sophia stared at the screen, her thumb hovering for a moment before she finally started typing.“Relax. I told you I was busy.”She hit send and waited.The response came almost instantly.“Busy doing what? You just disappeared.”Sophia leaned back against the couch, her expression calm, controlled.“Life doesn’t revolve around texting.”There was a longer pause this time.Then—“Okay… attitude much.”Sophia almost smiled.Not because it was funny.Because it was predictable.“You’ll be fine.”The typing bubble flickered… stopped… came back again.“So what, you just don’t care anymore?”Sophia’s eyes narrowed slightly.There it was.The shift.From confident… to unsure.“I didn’t say that.”“Then why are you acting like this?”Sophia exhaled slowly, letting the moment stretch before responding.“Because I’m not chasing you.”Silence.Heavy this time.Then—“…I didn’t say you were.”“You didn’t have to.”Another pause.Longer.Kristi was thinking now.Trying to recalibrate.Trying to p

Sophia took a few steps away… then stopped.Kristi’s question still hung in the air.So what now?For a second, Sophia just stood there, her back still turned. Then slowly… she turned around.Not rushed.Not emotional.Intentional.She walked back a couple steps—just enough to face her again.Kristi crossed her arms, trying to hold onto that same defensive posture, but it didn’t land the same anymore.Sophia’s voice, when she spoke, was low and steady.“I’m going to say this once.”Kristi didn’t interrupt.“Whatever this is—whatever you think you have, whatever stories you tell—it ends here.”A flicker of irritation crossed Kristi’s face. “You don’t get to—”“Yes, I do,” Sophia cut in—not louder, just firmer. “Because you brought yourself into something that wasn’t yours to begin with.”Silence.Sophia held her gaze.“If you contact Vincent again,” she continued, “in any way—text, call, showing up—I will respond.”Kristi’s expression tightened. “Respond how?”Sophia didn’t hesitate.“

Sophia stood there, the weight of everything finally out in the open. She took a breath, steadying herself—not reacting, not exploding, just choosing her words carefully.“I’m not letting you go, Dominic,” she said, her voice firm but controlled. “I love you.”He looked at her, something in his expression softening—but she didn’t let that derail her.“But…” she continued, holding his gaze, “this situation isn’t okay. What’s been happening—it crosses a line.”Dominic didn’t interrupt this time.“She’s not grounded in reality,” Sophia went on, choosing her words more deliberately now. “She’s saying things that aren’t true, creating stories, inserting herself where she doesn’t belong. That’s not normal behavior.”He exhaled slowly, listening.“And you can’t keep engaging with that,” she added. “Even if it feels harmless, even if it’s just responding here and there—it keeps the door open.”Silence settled for a second.“If you want to stay here… with me… with the kids,” Sophia said, softe