My Husband's perfect lie

Ada hummed softly as she stirred the pot of soup, the rich aroma filling the kitchen. Her phone buzzed beside her, a message from Linda lighting up the screen. She wiped her hands on a towel and smiled, quickly typing a reply.



"You won’t believe what happened today. David can never find out."



She hit send.



A second later, her heart stopped.



The message wasn’t in her chat with Linda. It was in her chat with David.



Cold panic washed over her. Her fingers fumbled as she tapped frantically, but it was too late—the two blue ticks had already appeared. Read.



The air in the kitchen turned suffocating. She stared at the screen, willing time to rewind. A minute passed. Then another. No reply.



And then, the notification popped up.



David is typing…



Ada’s pulse pounded as she watched the screen. The dreaded words—David is typing…—blinked and disappeared. Then reappeared. Then stopped again.



Why wasn’t he replying?



Minutes passed. No call. No message. Nothing.



Then, the front door creaked open.



Ada turned slowly, her hands trembling. David stood in the doorway, his face unreadable. He didn’t slam the door. He didn’t yell. He just looked at her—too calmly.



“I saw your message,” he finally said.



Ada’s throat went dry. She tried to force words out, an explanation, but David lifted a hand, silencing her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.



“I was wondering when you’d finally confess,” he murmured.



Confess? Confess to what?



Before she could ask, he tapped his screen and turned it toward her.



Ada felt the ground shift beneath her.



There it was—a message from her number. A message she had never sent.



"I don’t love David anymore. I’m only staying for the money. He can never find out."



Her breath hitched. “David… I didn’t send that.”



His lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. “I know, Ada. That’s the fun part.”



Chills ran down her spine.



“What do you mean?” she whispered.



David took a step closer, his eyes locked onto hers. “I sent it. To myself. From your phone.”



Ada stumbled backward. “That’s impossible…”



His smile widened. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, voice laced with amusement. “There’s a lot you don’t know.







Ada’s hands shook as she held her phone. “How… how did you do that?”



David chuckled. “Oh, Ada. You’re so trusting. So predictable. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice the little secrets you keep? The way your face changes when your phone buzzes?”



Ada clenched her fists. “That doesn’t explain how you sent a message from my phone.”



David held up his own phone and tapped the screen. A second later, Ada’s phone buzzed in her hand. A new message appeared.



David: Are you afraid yet?



Her breath caught. He had texted her—from her own number.



She dropped the phone as if it burned her fingers. “What the hell is this?”



David exhaled dramatically. “Technology, my love. A simple tracking app. Access to your cloud. Remote controls. I’ve been watching everything for months.”



Her mind reeled. Months?



Her heart pounded as she realized—he had been in control of her phone this whole time. Reading her messages. Changing them. Sending fake ones.



She took a shaky step back. “This isn’t normal, David. This… this is insane.”



His expression darkened. “No, Ada. What’s insane is thinking I wouldn’t notice how distant you’ve been.”



She shook her head, panic rising. “I haven’t been hiding anything!”



David sighed, pocketing his phone. “It doesn’t matter. I know the truth now.”



“What truth?”



His eyes gleamed as he took another slow step toward her. “That you belong to me. And I don’t like secrets in my home.”



Ada’s pulse raced. She had to get out.



Ada forced herself to stay calm, even as fear coursed through her. David thought he had the upper hand—but he didn’t know everything.



She let out a shaky breath. “I don’t want to fight, David,” she whispered. “I just don’t understand. Why would you do this?”



David tilted his head, pleased by her submission. “Because I love you, Ada. And love means knowing everything. Controlling everything.”



Ada nodded slowly. “You’re right.”



His smirk grew. “I knew you’d see it my way.”



She exhaled. “Can I sit down? I feel lightheaded.”



David gestured to the couch. “Of course.”



She moved cautiously, every step calculated. As she sat, she lifted her phone. “No more secrets?” she murmured.



David smiled. “That’s right.”



Ada tapped her screen—and a voice recording played.



David’s voice.



"It’s not that hard if you know where to look. A simple tracking app. Access to your cloud. Remote controls. I’ve been watching everything for months."



David’s face went pale.



Ada smiled. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice my phone acting strange? I’ve been recording you, David.” She lifted her phone, scrolling through multiple saved recordings.



David’s nostrils flared. “You set me up.”



“No, David.” She smirked. “You set yourself up.”



For the first time, she saw fear in his eyes.



Ada grabbed her bag. “I’m leaving. And if you try to stop me, these recordings go public.”



David clenched his fists but didn’t move.



She walked to the door. The moment she stepped outside, she called Linda. “Meet me at the station. I’m going to the police.”



She reached the police station, breathless, and rushed to the front desk. “I need to file a report against my husband.”



The officer glanced at her. “Name?”



“Ada Williams.”



He frowned. “Wait here.”



A moment later, another officer returned. Holding a file.



“Ada Williams?” he asked.



“Yes.”

He flipped through the pages. “Ma’am, we’ve already received a report about you. From your husband.”



Ada’s stomach dropped. “What?”



“He reported you an hour ago,” the officer continued. “Claimed you’ve been making false accusations. He even provided text logs where you confessed to lying.”



Ada’s blood turned to ice. David had planned this.



Linda grabbed her hand. “Don’t say another word,” she whispered. “Call a lawyer.”



Ada looked at the folder full of lies. The officers surrounding her. The flash drive that framed her as the villain.



And for the first time, she realized..

She might not win the fight anymore.

Ada turned to Linda, panic rising. “What do I do?”



Linda’s jaw tightened. “Trust me.”



The officers led Ada into a small interrogation room. She sat stiffly, watching as they placed the file in front of her.



The officer opened it. “Your husband provided multiple messages where you admitted to deceiving him. According to him, you were planning to destroy his reputation.”



Ada’s breath hitched. “That’s not true!”



The officer slid the papers toward her. She scanned them quickly—messages she had never sent.

Or at least, she thought she hadn’t.

Her fingers clenched around the table. David had control of her phone. He could have sent these from her number, fabricated entire conversations.



“Do you have any proof that these messages aren’t real?” the officer asked.



Ada’s heart pounded. She did.



The recordings.



The one where David confessed to tracking her. To controlling her messages.



Her hand flew to her bag. But before she could pull out her phone, the officer’s next words sent a chill down her spine.



“Your husband also submitted evidence that you’ve been spying on him.”



Ada froze.



He wasn’t just one step ahead—he had flipped the entire game.



For a moment, Ada felt trapped. But then… her phone vibrated.

A single message flashed across the screen:

Linda: Keep them talking. Don’t panic.

Ada swallowed hard and met the officer’s gaze.

“I don’t know how David faked those messages,” she said carefully. “But I have proof of what he did to me.”

She unlocked her phone and scrolled to the recordings. “Listen to this.”

She tapped play.

Silence.

Then David’s voice filled the room.



"It’s not that hard if you know where to look. A simple tracking app. Access to your cloud. Remote controls. I’ve been watching everything for months."



The officers exchanged glances.



Ada took a deep breath. “David framed me. He’s been controlling my phone, altering messages, and gaslighting me for months. This is my proof.”



The officer’s expression shifted slightly. “We’ll have to verify this.”



“Please do,” Ada said firmly.



The officers stepped out to review the recording. As soon as the door closed, her phone vibrated again.



Linda: We got him. Police are at his house now.

Ada’s breath caught. It wasn’t over yet—but David’s trap was finally falling apart.





An hour later, the officers returned, their expressions unreadable.



“The recording is legitimate,” one of them admitted. “And our cybercrime team just confirmed that your phone was remotely accessed multiple times in the past months.”



Ada exhaled, relief washing over her.



But the officer wasn’t done.



“We sent a unit to your home. David Williams has been taken into custody for digital fraud, coercion, and falsifying evidence.”



Ada’s breath hitched. “You arrested him?”



The officer nodded. “Thanks to your recording, and the fact that your friend Linda submitted a separate report hours ago with similar concerns.”



Ada turned to Linda, eyes wide. “You planned this?”



Linda smirked. “I told you—he played his final move. So I made one of my own.”



For the first time in weeks, Ada felt like she could finally breathe.

She wasn’t free yet.

But she had won.

The END

What would you do if the person you trusted most became your greatest threat? Share your thoughts in the comments—because sometimes, the scariest prisons are the ones you never see coming.