I took a deep breath, trying to quell the storm of emotions raging inside me as I stared at the screen, my husband’s words burning into my mind like a brand. How could he? How could he betray me like this, sharing his shallow thoughts about my body with his friends behind my back?

I felt a surge of anger coursing through me, but beneath it all, there was a deep sense of hurt and betrayal. I thought back to the countless moments we had shared, the laughter, the tears, the vows we had exchanged on our wedding day. Had it all been a lie?

Determined to confront him, I marched downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest. I found him in the living room, lounging on the couch with his laptop, completely unaware of the storm brewing within me.

“Jake,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion. He looked up, surprise flickering across his face at the intensity of my tone. “We need to talk.”

I watched as realization dawned in his eyes, followed by a flicker of guilt. He knew. He knew that I had seen his messages, that I knew the truth.

But instead of letting him off the hook, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I held up my phone, displaying the incriminating chat for him to see.

“Is this how you really feel about me, Jake?” I asked, my voice cold and steady. “Is this what you think of the woman you married?”

He stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, but I wasn’t interested in hearing it. I had already made up my mind.

“I’m done, Jake,” I said, my voice firm. “I deserve someone who loves and respects me for who I am, not someone who judges me based on my appearance.”

With that, I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving him speechless and alone on the couch. It was time for me to take back control of my life and show him that I would not tolerate being treated with anything less than the love and respect I deserved.