He'd deleted Kitty from his contacts right in front of me once, a grand gesture to prove his sincerity, to keep me from overthinking or getting jealous.
So what had I just seen?
Water hit the bathroom tiles, the sound sharp and distinct.
Instinct told me Darren wasn't actually showering.
After a moment's hesitation, I reached for the laptop on the nightstand.
He'd stayed up too late on a video call the night before and had forgotten to log out of WhatsApp.
Probably because I never touched his things, the screen wasn't locked.
I tapped the icon, and the breath stalled in my chest.
Since the wedding, Darren had only ever called me by my nickname, Jules, whether in conversation or in his contacts.
The only time "baby" slipped out was in the heat of the moment.
But his name for Kitty in his contacts was Wifey.
The chat window was still refreshing, their conversation updating in real time.
"Honey, why aren't you answering me? Don't tell me you've actually caught feelings sleeping with that little tramp?"
"Don't forget, Juliana Henson's marriage certificate with you is FAKE. I'm your wife. The one the law actually recognizes!"
Half a minute later, Darren replied.