A story by Lizaa
“We don’t talk anymore. Like we used to do.” The lyrics to the Charlie Puth song resonate from my phone’s Spotify in my room, and it feels as if the song was written for me.
As they say, you’re doomed once love songs’ lyrics start making sense to you.
I regained focus on the art project due for school. It wasn’t going great anyway.
The thought of my boyfriend sneaking off, once again, to the other room to talk to someone over the phone was all-encompassing.
He does this a lot, and if I were to guess, he’s talking to some girl. Why else would he be so secretive about who he’s talking to?
I’m not the jealous type but I believe open communication to be one of the most important things in the relationship.
His sneaking off was getting to me bad!
My insecurities got the better of me.
“Am I not enough for him anymore? Is he cheating on me?”
“He can’t be,” I thought out loud at the moment.
You never know with boys. They’re famously unreliable.
So, I went online for ideas on catching him in the act…
Abandoning my art project, with its submission date still on my mind, I found ways to spy on my boyfriend’s phone.
Cheating apps...?
Almost every article mentioned the same name, “XNSPY." A monitoring app that can supposedly spy on anyone’s phone.
XNSPY’s repetitive mention in various articles piqued my interest. I had to check it out.
I went straight to the feature’s page on the site. For now, nothing mattered more than knowing how the app can help me keep an eye on my boyfriend’s cellphone activities.
Everything else, including its price tag was inconsequential to me. I was overcome with jealousy thinking my boyfriend might be chatting to some other girl.
I was still going through the XNSPY phone monitoring app features. It was a lot of text, but I managed to absorb every last word!
It allowed me to spy on almost everything on his phone. I needed this app!
Pondering over my next move, I heard a knock on my room’s door.
“Hey! You free?” called out my best friend who was standing beside the door left ajar by my boyfriend.
It was her voice, I recognized it immediately.
“What are you up to?” she added.
I was embarrassed at first. But then, I spilled my plans to her. On using a phone tracking app to spy on my boyfriend since I suspected he was cheating on me.
She sat down on my bed listening intently.
“You sure about this?” she asked, worryingly. “I don’t think you should do this!”
I was too overcome with jealousy to reason with her, despite her telling me it would ruin my relationship if he found out.
In hindsight, she wasn’t wrong. But I had to know the truth.
I resumed my research on the app, ignoring my best friend’s warnings and advice. She left me to my own devices saying, “You shouldn’t do this.”
Finally, with no distractions, I went ahead and bought the subscription for the app.
Fast-forwarding to today, I’m writing this post after being betrayed by the two people I cherished the most!
My best friend, for one. The same who warned me against the app, and the second my boyfriend. The first is nothing more than a stranger to me, while I’m happy to be strangers with the second.
The app revealed the two having an affair, stabbing me right in the back.
The betrayal cannot be put into words.
Three months ago, when I started tracking his phone, things started becoming clearer.
It was my best friend’s guilt that had her warning me against using the app. Why else would she warn and stop me?
They were both guilty.
They had been hooking up whenever I was away. I found this thanks to the XNSPY monitoring app I installed on his phone.
After mentioning my spying plans to her, she sensed what was coming her way.
If you were in my place, what would you have done? They had to go.
I confronted my ex with all the evidence and he accepted his unfaithfulness towards me and our relationship; he melted right in front of me.
I hated him, but my best friend disgusted me.
You may be thinking whether we fought over him, right?
How it got violent and we dueled for the “love of our lives”. While fanciful, that didn’t happen.
Eventually, I kicked my ex-boyfriend out, and my best friend of over 20-something years became a complete stranger.
I’m trying to move on. I’ll get there slowly. I’m still reminded of them.
Still, the silver lining: I get more time to focus on my craft and my life.
The life of an artist needed this heartbreak. Inspiration, perhaps?