When He Plotted My Postpartum Depression

On the fifteenth day after I gave birth, I received a text from an unknown number.

It was a photo.

My husband Martinez and a woman lying in my bed, covered with my wedding quilt.

Below the photo was a line of text: "Your husband says you're loose and ugly after giving birth. He doesn't even want to touch you."

I showed the photo to Martinez. He glanced at it and frowned.

"You went through my phone?"

I froze.

He cheated, and he blamed me for checking his phone.

The nanny stood at the door holding the baby, wanting to say something but holding back.