My husband forgot to hang up, believing the call had ended — the moment I heard what he really thought of me, I planned a little surprise he would never forget.

Julian and I had been married for two years. I was on maternity leave with our newborn daughter, Maya.

Julian never helped me, spending nearly all his time at work. His “late meetings” had become almost nightly.

One afternoon, I called to ask if he would be home for dinner.

“Probably not,” he snapped. “Can you stop checking up on me? I’m working.”

I swallowed the hurt.

“Okay. Love you.”

He didn’t answer.

I laid my phone beside Maya’s bottle, then noticed the call timer was still running.

I was about to end the call when I heard a strange sound — a woman’s laugh.

Then my husband spoke.

“She’s driving me insane. Texting pictures of the baby, asking when I’ll be home… I just want her to leave me alone.”

My fingers went numb.

The woman murmured something.

Julian laughed.

“Of course I hate her. I barely touch her anymore. Just wait. I’ll divorce her, and then I’ll marry you.”