I discovered my wife was using a dating app, so I created a fake profile to see if it was truly her. To my shock, we matched. We exchanged playful messages for several days, and then I asked for a photo. When she sent it, I froze. It was a picture of her at 20 — one of the first we ever took together — but she had cropped me out.

That night, I came home to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face. Without a word, she handed me a small box. Inside was her wedding ring. My chest tightened. She said she was leaving — that she’d been unhappy for a long time. I told her I already knew about the app… that I was the man she’d been chatting with.

She looked stunned at first, then quietly said, “It doesn’t matter. My mind was made up.” She confessed she’d been feeling this way for nearly two years, just going through the motions. I was speechless. Everything I believed about our marriage collapsed in that moment.

There were no big fights, no shouting — just quiet signs I missed. While I held on, she had already let go.