It started as many things do as a bit of fun. They messaged constantly. Laughed. Shared a lot. She'd wanted to rekindle something lost from life.
He said he couldn't believe how well she knew him. She'd smiled. Knowing the truth and not letting on.
Things took a turn then.
He sent her pictures. Had kept their wedding photo just out of shot from the one he took late at night in the front room.
She tentatively sent one back.
And when he replied and hadn't recognised his own wife's tits she knew. For sure, their marriage really was over.