After I stopped checking, my ex-wife cried and chased her husband to the crematorium

For four years, my wife Victoria, who rarely posted on SnapChat, suddenly updated her feed:

[Whose clumsy little puppy is this who loves to play?]

The picture showed a guy in a white shirt and jeans, pouting and hugging a puppy plushie while sitting in a gaming chair.

It was Finn, a new idol from her company.

I was staring, lost in thought, when a mutual friend commented below:

“Girl, you forgot to switch accounts!”

A few seconds later, Victoria’s post vanished completely. But not long after, it reappeared on Finn’s Ins profile.

Victoria called me immediately.