The Mistake That Day

Summary

My husband received a text message late one night.

[They say you’re married. If you’re happy, don’t reply to this message.]

My husband didn’t move. He only smiled after I’d finished reading it. “Learning to check up on me now, are we?” His open demeanor showed no hint of guilt.

I calmly put the phone back down. Not a word was said.

It wasn’t until past midnight that I saw him meticulously composing a reply to that number.

[How have you been all these years?]