I FOUND MY BOYFRIEND’S SECRET PROFILE OPEN ON THE LIVING ROOM TABLET
I just wanted to check the weather app, his screen lit up showing something else entirely.
My fingers froze hovering over the screen; the bright white light from the tablet felt harsh and alien against my eyes in the dim room. It was some dating app I didn’t recognize, certainly not the weather forecast I’d expected. He was logged in, actively chatting with someone named ‘Sunshine’. My stomach instantly twisted into a cold, hard knot.
I saw her photo clearly now – young, pretty, messaging *him* about meeting up at that bar tomorrow night. My hands started shaking, the tablet feeling suddenly heavy and slick with sweat. I slammed it down onto the coffee table, the plastic hitting the wood with a sickeningly loud crack. “What. Is. THIS?” I choked out, the words barely a whisper.
He came running from the bedroom, eyes wide and wild with panic. His face drained completely white when he saw the tablet screen still glowing, showing everything. He stammered something frantic about it being an old profile he forgot to delete, just a joke. The lie hung thick and sour in the air, heavy and nauseating like cheap cologne.
I scrolled down the messages with trembling fingers, seeing dates from *yesterday morning*, plans detailed and disgustingly explicit. My breath hitched painfully in my throat as I saw the message where she casually mentioned she knew he was married, laughing. He wasn’t just cheating; he was actively presenting himself as single, dragging another innocent person into his web of lies.
Then the tablet buzzed again with a new message from ‘Sunshine’ saying she was outside.
👇 *Full story continued in the comments…*The tablet buzzed again, not just once, but several times in quick succession. A stream of messages from ‘Sunshine’ flooded the screen: “Hey! Outside?”, “Are you coming?”, “I see your car! Don’t tell me you stood me up lol”. The sound ripped through the tense silence, each notification a fresh stab.
My boyfriend, *my* boyfriend, lunged for the tablet as if to snatch it away, but I recoiled, holding it protectively against my chest. His eyes darted towards the front door, a look of pure terror contorting his features. The lies crumbled around him, exposing the pathetic, desperate man beneath.
“She’s… she’s here?” I whispered, my voice raw, barely recognizable. The reality crashed down on me – the dating profile, the messages, the plans, *and* the other woman, all converging on my doorstep *right now*.
He started babbling, something about a misunderstanding, about telling her it was a joke, about her not being serious. But the messages on the screen, dated *yesterday*, detailing explicit plans and her acknowledging he was married, screamed the truth. He hadn’t ended it. He was meeting her. Here.
He backed away from me, moving towards the front door, a frantic look in his eyes as if he might actually try to intercept her. “I just… I need to tell her,” he stammered.
“Tell her what?” I finally found my voice, stronger now, fueled by icy rage. “Tell her you got caught? Tell her the wife she knew about is standing right here?”
He flinched, his face a mask of guilt and fear. The doorbell rang then, a sharp, insistent chime that echoed the frantic pounding in my chest.
He froze. I didn’t move either. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the continued soft *ping* of the tablet receiving more messages from the woman waiting outside.
My gaze didn’t leave his face. All the love, all the shared memories, all the trust I had placed in him, turned to ash in that moment. He wasn’t just a cheater; he was a coward, a liar, someone who had built our life together on a foundation of deceit.
The doorbell rang again, longer this time.
Slowly, deliberately, I walked towards the front door, the tablet still clutched in my hand. He finally found his voice, “No! Wait, don’t!”
I ignored him. I reached the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
Standing on my porch was a young woman, smiling tentatively, dressed in a casual but stylish outfit. She looked past me, towards the dim interior of the house, a puzzled expression on her face. “Hey? Is… everything okay?” she asked, her voice bright and clear.
I looked at her, then back at the man cowering in the hallway behind me. The realization dawned on the young woman’s face as she saw him, then saw me, standing there with a tablet in my hand. The smile faded.
“No,” I said, my voice steady. “Everything is not okay.” I held up the tablet, displaying the open chat window and the messages from ‘Sunshine’. “This is what’s going on.”
Her eyes widened, flicking from the screen to him, then back to me. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “He… he said he was single. He told me he was getting out of a bad relationship.”
I didn’t respond, just held her gaze. She looked betrayed, hurt, and utterly mortified. She finally turned to him, a look of disgust replacing her confusion. “You’re unbelievable,” she said, her voice trembling. “You told me… you lied about everything.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
The young woman shook her head, stepping back from the porch. “I… I’m so sorry,” she said to me, genuinely. “I had no idea.” She gave him one last, contemptuous look. “Don’t ever contact me again.” She turned and walked away, quickly disappearing into the evening.
I closed the door softly. The silence in the hallway was deafening. It was just us now. The tablet was still in my hand, the screen still glowing.
I looked at him. The man I had loved, the man I had shared my life with, stood before me, stripped bare of his lies, revealed as a stranger. There was nothing left to say. No explanation could ever make this right.
I placed the tablet gently on the console table by the door. I walked past him, heading towards our bedroom. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. I opened the closet and pulled out a suitcase. The sound of the zipper being pulled open was the only noise in the house as I began to pack. I wouldn’t be staying tonight. Or ever again.