Wife Sees Stranger’s Message About Her on Husband’s Phone, Takes a Risk by Inviting the Sender Over

On her husband’s phone, Lisa finds a text message that appears to be suspicious. It turns out that she gets a lot more than she bargained for when she invites the sender over to her house in the hopes of obtaining additional information.

As a result, my husband, David, asked me to take his mother’s phone while he was in the shower.

It was nothing out of the ordinary; we were constantly answering one other’s phones. I hung up the phone after I had informed David’s mother that we would come and pick her up the following morning for her weekend visit.

Nevertheless, a message appeared on my screen that completely flipped my world upside down.

Make sure you don’t inform Lisa just yet. It will be done by both of us.

At that same instant, I was absolutely certain that David was having an affair with another woman. As I sat there on the side of the bed, I listened to the sound of David humming in the shower and the sound of the water.

I found myself in a really dark place in my head. My relationship with David began while we were both freshmen in high school; he was the only person I knew. I was the only person he was aware of. On the other hand, the idea of him being with another person brought about feelings of both terror and wrath within me.

On that particular evening, when David had finished his shower, we both made our way to the living room to watch a movie. However, I was unable to devote my attention to the sounds of gunshots that were coming from the action movie that David had selected.

I informed him, “Honey, I’m going to bed,” and he obeyed. “You can finish the movie, though, before coming up.”

After that, I did something that I really never imagined I would do. David’s phone was a target of my snooping. It could be found right there, by his side in bed.

It was clear that they were talking about me, even though there were no love letters, secret rendezvous arrangements, or sneaky images about. Regarding the place where I worked and the activities that I enjoyed doing for fun. And so it continued.

I replied without giving it any thought.

The following day, as I sat in front of my laptop in an attempt to get some work done, I couldn’t escape the sensation that something significant was going to happen in my life.

The doorbell rings throughout my home around two o’clock in the afternoon, which causes my heart rate to go into overdrive. The moment I opened the door, I looked into the face of a woman who appeared to be quite familiar to me, but I was unable to identify her.
When she saw me, this caused her eyes to widen.

“Are you Lisa?” she made the inquiry. “I’m Gloria.”

Anxiety began to creep in. My mind was a mess, and I had no idea why I was so shook. In spite of the fact that David was having an affair with this older woman, I ought to be the one who is upset, and not the one who is panicking because she showed up at our doorway.
She was able to enter the building because I kept the door open for her.

My name is Lisa, and I am your mother,” she said.

I was having a hard time understanding the significance of Gloria’s comments, and the room began to shake.

Having been told by my parents at a young age, I was aware that I was adopted. Even more impressively, they presented me with a photograph of my biological mother while I was still quite small.

I walked to the kitchen and said, “Tell me everything,” as I approached it.

“You were born out of love, Lisa,” Gloria was the one who explained. “However, because to the circumstances, I was compelled to place you for adoption. Each of us was only fifteen years old at the time.

During our childhood, we were going to have a child. It was my father’s refusal that I should have you. He was concerned about the way that it might be perceived by others.

Gloria took a momentary pause.

In the end, he took you away in the middle of the night, despite the fact that my mother had intended for me to be able to keep you. The hospital was where he left you after he had taken you there. It is likely that you were just four days old.

During the time that she was talking, I was quietly working about the kitchen, making hot chocolate.

I had always been curious about my past, but all I knew was that I was abandoned at a hospital with a photograph tucked into my blanket. I had always wanted to know my tale. There were the words “Gloria Manson, 1987” written on the back of the record.

At the time when David entered the room, we were almost halfway through our hot chocolate and toast, which is my go-to comfort food.

He looked at me and said, “Oh honey,” as he spoke. “Lisa, I was at a loss for words when I spoke to you. Gloria reached out to me several months ago, and I have been assisting her with reestablishing touch with you.

“For quite some time, David has been wanting to let you know about me. I pleaded with him to refrain from doing so,” Gloria explained. “First things first, I wanted to get my bearings. Up until the previous evening, he had been wanting to tell you.

With that, the text was clarified.

Inquiring, “Why did you both wait for such a long time?”

I experienced a sense of betrayal. He had been aware for several months. Although I am aware that he had the intention of safeguarding me, there were a few things that needed to be communicated to me without delay.

I was terrified, Lisa,” Gloria replied. “I was afraid.” “How do you tell your child that you were barely a teenager when you had her and that her grandfather took her away?”

While I was attempting to figure out how I was feeling, I sat back.

“There was a photo of you,” I continued. “It was there.” I was the one who was left with it. On the occasion of my sixteenth birthday, my mother presented it to me, but I was at a loss for what to feel about it.

It was Gloria who said, “I’ve been observing you from a distance.” “My father recently gave me a few details about you, and through the hospital, I discovered who you were.”

I was able to tell that Gloria wanted to be a part of my life based on the way that she spoke.

“I understand if you’re angry or confused,” replied the woman. “However, I required you to be aware of the truth. If you are interested in getting to know me, I am here”

During that very instant, all of my anger vanished. Despite the fact that I had the impression that I was being tricked, I had always yearned for a relationship with my biological mother.

It was the opportunity that had been waiting for me to seize it, and here it was.

It has been a full year since Gloria was brought into our family and given a warm welcome. It has come to my attention that my biological father resides in South Korea with his family. He has expressed a desire to have no contact with Gloria or me, which is not something that I find problematic.

I am simply thankful that my parents have made it possible for Gloria to become acquainted with all of us. Also, what about David? The fact that I am married to a man who is always looking out for my best interests makes me extremely happy.

Do you think you would be willing to look through your partner’s phone without knowing what you could find?

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