Chapter 1My husband's got this girl in his friend group who's been gunning for me since day one.
We all went on a trip together. She was supposed to book everyone's tickets—but somehow "forgot" mine.
She cried her eyes out apologizing. My husband told me to just let it go.
At our wedding reception, she "accidentally" smashed cake all over my face during one of those stupid games.
She said it was all in good fun. My husband told me to stop being so uptight.
I rubbed my pregnant belly and laid down the line.
"One more time and we're done."
After my husband finally said something to her, she chilled out.
Until our daughter's first birthday party, when she stood there squinting at my baby's face like something was off.
"How come she doesn't look like you at all? Bro, are you sure she's even yours?"
My husband flipped out and immediately threw her out.
Right when I thought he was finally on my side, that he was actually gonna cut her off for good—
That night, I saw this post blow up:
[Daughter just turned 1. Bro said she doesn't look like me. Think my wife's cheating. What do I do?]
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Comment: If you're not gonna get a paternity test, then I guess you're fine raising some other guy's kid. Enjoy the humiliation.
OP's reply: I've thought about getting a test, but if my wife finds out, she'll divorce me. I don't want that.
The comments were brutal.
People were calling him a spineless doormat. A cuckold. A complete pussy.
Others called him out for trusting his friend over his own wife.
Comment: You keep calling them your "bro" like they actually want what's best for you. They're miserable and want to see you crash and burn.
OP's reply: No way. We all grew up together in the same neighborhood. Why are you assuming the worst about my friend, just like my wife does?
Some people gave him advice.
Comment: Just secretly take a few of your daughter's hairs and get a test done. If she's yours, pretend nothing happened. If she's not, blow it all up and divorce her.
At my daughter's first birthday party, my husband Callum Adair's pick-me "friend" Sienna had just stirred the pot by saying our daughter wasn't his.
That same night, this post shows up.
And the OP's daughter? Also one year old.
Plus, every time I told Callum that his crew—especially Sienna—was deliberately messing with us and trying to drive a wedge between us, he'd say I was being paranoid and making them out to be villains.
And the OP? Same IP as us.
I was convinced. The OP had to be Callum.
I looked over at him, fast asleep next to me, mumbling something in his dreams. Hurt and rage crashed over me like a wave.
I grabbed his phone and unlocked it, went through everything—but there was no trace of this post.
Then I checked his chats with the guys. Nothing suspicious.
Maybe... it wasn't him?
The anger inside me cooled just a little.
The next morning, Callum got up early like always to take care of our daughter. So gentle. So loving.
Relief washed over me. Maybe the post really was just a coincidence.
But then, as I walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of baby food, I saw him pulling at our daughter's hair.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
I rushed over, shoved him away, and scooped her up.
Callum looked stunned. "Babe, what's wrong?"
My eyes were burning. "Why were you pulling her hair?"
"You mean this?"
He held out his hand. There was a tiny bug in his palm.
"Some bug landed on her head. I was just trying to get it off."
He looked hurt:
"Why would you think I was pulling her hair? And why are you freaking out?"
Guilt hit me hard. I'd misread the whole thing.
"I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to hurt her."
Callum didn't push it after that.
That afternoon, after I put our daughter down for a nap, I opened X again.
That post been updated.
[I tried to pull some of my daughter's hair today and my wife almost caught me. Thank God I played it cool and she didn't suspect anything. Give me another idea, guys.]
Chapter 2
My head fucking exploded.
Everything went black. I almost collapsed right there.
Now I was sure. The person who made that post WAS Callum.
There's no way there were that many coincidences!
I didn't care about anything else anymore. I wanted to storm in there, shove the post in his face, drag him and our daughter to get a paternity test, and divorce him on the spot.
But then I saw another reply.
Comment: Yo, I saw you're in LA too. I got a friend who works at a private lab—can get you results fast. DM me and I'll hook you up. Don't let yourself raise another man's kid.
OP's reply: Nah. I'm in NY. Just DMed you.
We live in Buffalo.
So, this OP was only in the same state—not the same city.
I almost accused Callum for nothing.
Thank God I saw that reply in time.
If I'd confronted him without proof, the lack of trust would've destroyed everything between us.
When we were dating, Callum always said the most important thing between us was trust.
Back in college, he made plans with Sienna and the guys to go on a beach trip—didn't tell me until right before they left.
I already hated how he and Sienna were always so close, always telling her things first, like I was the outsider instead of his girlfriend.
So yeah, I was pissed.
I went to the airport with him anyway—and found out Sienna never even booked me a ticket.
She cried and apologized:
"I'm so sorry. I'm just used to booking six tickets. I didn't even realize I was one short."
But I knew. She did it on purpose.
My face said everything. Callum's friends started calling me petty and dramatic.
Even Callum tried to smooth it over. "She's just careless. Don't be mad. I'll stay with you."
His friends turned on him, calling him whipped. Callum stood there, stuck.
I laughed bitterly to myself but kept my face calm.
"Go. I'm not mad."
Callum kept asking if I was really okay, all the way up until boarding.
The second that plane took off, I blocked him. Blocked all of them.
Left him with one message: You and Sienna have fun.
That same night, Callum flew back on a red-eye, showed up at campus looking completely unhinged, begging me to forgive him.
I ignored him. So he threatened to jump off a bridge.
I finally went to see him at the hospital.
Lying on the bed, he swore the beach trip was supposed to be a surprise.
"Sienna said girls like surprises."
He promised he'd keep his distance from her from now on. So I took him back.
That day, he held me and cried:
"No matter what happens, you have to trust me. If you don't trust me, I'd rather be dead."
After that, he really did keep his distance from Sienna.
That's the only reason I agreed to marry him.
Relief flooded through me.
I'd almost destroyed the trust between us over nothing.
Out of guilt, I decided to let the nanny watch our daughter tonight and take Callum out on a date.
I texted him, then went to the closet to pick out outfits—one for me, one for him.
But when I opened his sock drawer, I found something I'd never seen before.
A second phone.
Chapter 3
The password hadn't changed.
I unlocked it and immediately searched for X—found it, opened the account, saw that same post, that same username.
My brain buzzed with white noise.
Before I even realized it, tears were streaming down my face.
I forced them back and opened his DMs—there it was, the chat with the guy who said he could fast-track the test results.
[Actually, I'm in Buffalo. How fast can you get the results?]
I closed X and went through the entire phone.
Turns out, he had so many secret accounts I didn't know about.
On one of his messaging apps, he had a group chat with his crew called We Love Sienna Forever.
In it, Sienna kept trying to defend herself:
[I swear I didn't mean to say it in front of everyone. Can you explain that to her for me?]
[She's never liked me. Now she's gonna hate me even more.]
The other guys backed her up, telling Callum not to blame her.
Callum didn't reply for a while.
Then Sienna said:
[But seriously, we've been boys for years. I'm looking out for you. That baby really doesn't look like you.]
[I don't want you getting played. Imagine raising the kid for years and then finding out she's not yours and your wife was cheating the whole time.]
Callum just replied with two words: Shut up.
And then stopped responding.
Right after that, he posted on X.
I scrolled up.
There were photos of them all at a club together. Women draped all over Callum.
So all those times he said he was "busy at work"—he was busy partying with Sienna and picking up girls.
I actually laughed out loud.
It was so absurd it was almost funny.
I opened his TikTok next.
Sienna had been sending him thirst trap videos constantly.
[Way hotter than your boring wife, right? When's the last time she looked like THAT?]
[Bro, I'm giving you my best stuff here and you're still gonna ignore me?]
Callum replied: Get lost.
But Sienna kept messaging him anyway.
I scrolled up. She'd been sending him videos like this almost every day.
And every single one showed that he'd watched it.
Every message, every video, every lie—it all hit me at once.
I dropped the phone and sank to the floor, my chest so tight I couldn't breathe.
So this whole time, Callum had been putting on a show with Sienna.
Their closeness never stopped. Not even once.
All his talk about love. About trust. About not lying to each other.
All of it was a lie.
For years, he and Sienna and the rest of them had been watching me play the fool.
Nausea crawled up my throat. I dragged myself off the floor just as I heard the nanny's voice outside.
"Ma'am's in the bedroom."
The door opened.
Callum walked in, grinning.
"Babe, I took the day off. Where do you wanna go?"
His smile died the second he saw my pale face. "What's wrong?"
He reached out to wipe my tears. I jerked away and looked at him with pure disgust.
I picked up the phone, opened the post, and held it up to his face.
"So. Did you get the paternity test done yet?"
