My Husband Called Her Late-night Flirty Pic A Mistake

“You moaned my name like you’d die without me. Were you lying then too, Jack?”

My voice was trembling—but not from desire. From rage. From pain.

Jack’s body was still warm against mine, sweat still clinging to our skin as we lay tangled on the couch. Just minutes ago, he had taken me like a starving man—kissing me like he couldn’t breathe, thrusting like he had something to prove.

He hovered over me now, his lips ghosting across my collarbone, voice low and possessive. “Baby, don’t ruin this moment. I’ve been gone all week thinking about this—about you.”

My fingers brushed his tousled hair—soft, familiar… traitorous. I grabbed his phone from the cushion behind me and turned the screen to his face.

“Then explain this, Jack.”

A woman. A red slip. Cleavage. Texts that left no room for doubt.

Jack’s smile vanished. And so did the last shred of my trust.

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I was three months pregnant when I found out my husband, Jack Monroe—the man I’d been with for eight years—was f*cking someone else.

Not just any someone. A woman who called herself "Pete Toby," who wore lingerie and sent selfies laced with lust and lies. The message wasn’t meant for me. But fate—cruel, deliberate fate—delivered it straight into my trembling hands.

[I think my new nightie is a bit tight. Why don't you come over and check if it fits?]

There was a picture of a woman in a low V-neck red slip dress, her cleavage partly exposed, exuding s*x.

My grip on the phone tightened. I scrolled up and noticed Jack and Pete's previous exchanges were purely work-related, which made me pout. 'Was the message an error? Or.'

A hand wrapped around my waist from behind, destroying my train of thought.

Jack nuzzled his warm body against me and gently bit my earlobe. "Honey, I'm all showered. Do you want to do it on the bed or the couch?"

I could not answer before Jack picked me up and set me down on the couch, his towering height looming over me.

"Since you are not talking, I will make the decision. Let us do it on the couch," Jack murmured, his voice gravelly and his eyes gleaming with a flicker of fire that made me blush instantly.

I was lovely regardless, and the slight flush on my cheeks made me look like a tasty, ripe, juicy peach in the light.

Jack's eyes grew darker. He leaned to kiss me, but I suddenly turned my head away.

Sensing my resistance, he looked at me in confusion. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Jack, usually confident in the workplace, now looked at me with a hurt-confusion mix that softened my heart for the time being. No matter, I was not letting go of the naked selfie I'd just caught a glimpse of. I stopped him with one hand on his chest while using the other to bring his phone to his face, screen showing. "Explain this first."

Jack glanced at the screen