After I Faked My Death, My Cheating Husband Lost Everything

It was past midnight, and my husband was late coming home from work. Again.

When he saw me sitting alone in the living room, he walked over and held out his phone.

"Go ahead. Check it."

"The passcode is your birthday."

Then he headed straight for the bathroom to shower.

I stared at the phone on the table and let out a bitter half-smile.

What was the point of checking? Even if I went through it a hundred more times, it wouldn't matter. He always wiped it clean.

A while later, Benjamin Abbott came out of the shower and wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me close.