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I had always trusted my husband and our relationship was founded on years of mutual respect for one another, shared memories, and a life that we could proudly say we had shared. But recently, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. My husband started to distance himself—his phone was glued to his hand, and he had become highly secretive about his privacy. Last Wednesday, I couldn't help but feel like something fishy was going on. I am not usually the jealous kind, but things were indicating otherwise. My instincts yelled that there had to be more. After doing some research on the internet, I discovered an application designed to spy on someone's phone created by a firm that deals with cyber security named Web Bailiff Contractor. To make it easy for anyone who desires the app, just send them an email at web bailiff at contractor dot net It wasn't something I was comfortable with, but my gut told me it was the only way to get to the bottom of things. I paid for the service, received the spy app that synced his phone with mine and the app began pulling up messages, calls, and social media activity. I remember feeling my heart drop when I scrolled through one conversation to the next with a girl named Rachel. The discussions were playful, full of jokes and plans to see each other. I felt betrayed when my worst nightmares came true. I haven't worked up the nerve to go up to him yet because I'm still in shock. So I'm still stalking him.