Sarah was cleaning up the living room when her husband’s phone lit up with a message from “Lady of My Dreams.”

Her eyebrow twitched.
Curious (and mildly dramatic), she peeked at his contact list. Three names stood out like neon signs:
· The Tender One
· The Amazing One
· Lady of My Dreams

Her blood pressure went up. She started dialing.

The first number? His mom.
“Hi sweetie! Are you coming over for pot roast?”

Helen blinked. Okay… fine.

The second? His sister.
“Hey, sis! Need your Netflix password again?”

Alright… maybe she overreacted.

Nervously, she dialed the third contact. Somewhere in the house, her own phone started ringing.

Her stomach dropped. She ran to the bedroom and found it buzzing on the nightstand.
Guilt hit her like a freight train. She cried. Apologized. Even gave him her entire month’s bonus to say sorry.

He hugged her, kissed her forehead, and whispered, “You’re my everything.”

That night, while he was in the shower, she passed by his phone again.

This time, a new message popped up…

“Uncle Mike the Mechanic: Can’t wait to see you again 

.”