My wife forgot to delete her browser history

I had a feeling of impending doom as I opened the web browser. I had been through the emails. The messages. The Facebook profile. Everything. But there was something bothering me.<br><br>My wife forgot to delete her browser history.<br><br>It was a simple mistake that had haunted me all day. I thought about it constantly as I read in bed. It kept me up late into the night.<br><br>I was planning to ask her to delete it. I just wanted to get it over with. But I didn’t want to make her think I was snooping around.<br><br>She had been very secretive. I knew she had been using it. But I never thought she would use it like that. I had to ask her to delete it.<br><br>“Do you want a light?” she asked, standing in the doorway.<br><br>“No thanks.” I said.<br><br>She sat down next to me. “Something wrong?” she asked.<br><br>I hesitated for a moment. “Can you delete your browser history?”<br><br>“Why?”<br><br>I hesitated again. “I just thought I would ask you to do it.” I said.<br><br>“Alright.” She said. “I’ll delete it.”<br><br>“Thanks.” I said.<br><br>She turned to leave. I called after her. “Wait.”<br><br>She turned around. “Yes?”<br><br>“What do you usually search for?”<br><br>She paused for a moment. She looked uncomfortable. I knew something was up. I knew she had been searching for something on that site.<br><br>“Don’t ask me.” She said.<br><br>I didn’t have to ask anymore. I had found out. She had been using the internet to search for things that she shouldn’t have been. She was cheating on me.<br><br>I watched her as she disappeared into the darkness. I was filled with anger and hatred. I had to find out what she was doing. I had to catch her in the act.<br><br>I waited until she fell asleep. Then I crept into her room. She looked so beautiful. I couldn’t believe I had to do this.<br><br>I went to her email inbox. I read every single email. Then I went to her Facebook profile. I read every single message. I was trying to find out what she had been searching for.<br><br>But there was nothing. There was no message. No email. No message on Facebook.<br><br>I was frustrated. I couldn’t find anything.<br><br>But then I saw it. Her browsing history. It was right there in front of me. I knew I had to ask her about it.<br><br>I went back to my room. I read every single page she had been to. Every single search she had made.<br><br>She had been searching for some weird things. Some things didn’t make sense. I couldn’t understand what she was looking for. But I had to ask her about it.<br><br>I didn’t know what to say. But I knew I had to ask her about it.<br><br>“Do you know what you’re doing?” I asked.<br><br>She looked up at me. “What are you talking about?” She asked.<br><br>“You’re searching for some weird stuff.” I said.<br><br>“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said.<br><br>“Don’t lie to me.” I said.<br><br>She looked uncomfortable. “I’ll stop it. I promise.”<br><br>I knew she had been cheating on me. I knew it for sure.<br><br>I waited until she fell asleep. Then I crept into her room. I watched her as she slept. I was filled with anger and hatred. I couldn’t believe she had done this to me.<br><br>I had to find out what she was doing. I had to catch her in the act.