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I never once suspected my husband, and our marriage had been founded upon a lifetime of respect, history, and a life that we could be proud of having created together. Recently, however, I couldn't ignore the nagging suspicion that something was wrong. My husband became guarded—his phone wasn't more than an inch from his hand, and he was being strangely secretive regarding his privacy. It was last Wednesday that I could not help but get the feeling that something was amiss. I am not the jealous type, but the indicators were too difficult to overlook. Something in my gut cried out that there was more to it. Some research online later, I discovered an application meant to trace one's phone developed by a cyber security firm known as Web Bailiff Contractor. To make it simple for any interested entity within the app, simply email them at [email protected]. It was nothing to be proud of, but my instinct said it was the only way to get to the truth. I paid for the services, purchased the spy app that connected his phone to mine and the app started bringing up messages, call logs, and social media activities. I remember my heart sinking as I scrolled through conversation after conversation with a woman named Rachel. They were flirtatious, with inside jokes, and made plans to meet up. I felt a rush of betrayal as my worst suspicions were confirmed. I haven't yet mustered the courage to confront him because I'm still in shock. So I'm still spying on him.
