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His laptop was so open, so easy to spy on. I didn't want to invade his privacy because what if he catches me? What if he hurts me more?

But my husband was in the bathroom; he just entered. This was my chance.

The screen brightened when I looked at it, ready to scroll through all the open tabs and documents. My eyes ran through the screen, scanning every single piece of information there was.

Having my phone with me, I took photos of every page, document, and tab. I knew what I was doing and what I was getting into. I knew what I was risking.

From that, I started recording my husband speaking over the phone, wanting to catch him confess what he's been doing. And he did. Multiple times.

I was finally smiling. I wasn't worrying or crying. I wasn't hurting or screaming. I was no longer a sad girl like I was for the past weeks.

Now my husband will pay. Now my husband will no longer use me. Now my husband will no longer abuse me.

Now he'll want to kill me.

My husband will want to kill me for this.