I discovered that my husband was using a dating app. Instead of confronting him, I created a phony profile using someone else’s images and began communicating with him.

He claimed he had been divorced for a long time—that his wife (me) had abandoned him—and pretended to be a good-hearted man yearning for love. I arranged a fictitious encounter outside of town. That night, he excused himself due to pressing job and left.

He returned at 5 a.m., unhappy that he had wasted hours and money on a cab ride just to meet no one. Instead, he found his suitcase waiting by the door. We are getting divorced. That is the end of it.