Keylogger Share We come, we share.

I thought I had a perfect husband and a perfect family. However, my old parents didn’ t think so. It is said that their eyes told them there was concealment and fraud in my husband’ s love. I quarreled with my parents for this time and again. Who would believe the person who lived with you was a cheater? I didn’ t want any interference into my marriage from others, and turned a deaf ear to my parents’ admonition.
My husband worked in my father’ s company. For years he had been on the go and never at home during every holiday and festival. He alleged that he was busy on social duties after each coming in late. I never delved into the complex meaning of “social duties” before and had faith on what he had said.
But as the old saying goes, the older the wiser. Things underwent a subtle change when I heard something spoken from my too drunk husband at a late night. “Madge, you’ re a real hot babe…”. “Who is Madge?” I thought to myself and became alert, but I said nothing. I would rather believe that it was a slip of the tongue under the influence of alcohol. Perhaps it was because of the severe pressure at work. With this intention, I invested much additional effort to create a relax atmosphere at home and cared more about his daily regimen. However, the development reversed from what I would have liked. He became later and more withdrawn every day. I was at wit’ s end but turned to my parents.
My parents quickly and firmly began to make investigation and collect evidence. Knowing that he always took along with the Mac-book I bought when he was on a business trip, my parents insisted on installing a key-logger software on it and sent him to go on errands, which would end on February 12.
Clues and traces recorded by the key-logger shocked me. His explicit chatting logs with “M-babe” reminded me of the name “Madge”. The later timely logs even showed me several offensive screen-shots of the Net Video Phone. The emails from the key-logger told me that he would meet “M-babe” on Valentine’ s Day. I called my husband and asked when he would come back, and the reply was “Sorry Bonnie, the negotiation put off for three days… “. On February 14, I saw the last scene I wanted to see: my husband went in couples with “M-babe”, the very girl in the screen-shots.
I presented the evidence and asked him for a divorce as soon as he came back. He stumbled briefly but then agreed with a readiness. However, when I told that my property had made over to my parents before marriage as a condition to marry him, he changed his attitude and entreated me for my pardon. I finally got at the real man underneath and, no doubt, refused to take him back.
This Valentine’ s Day was by no means happy to me, neither to my parents. Even if they were aware of the truth, they didn’ t want to see me hurt . But it was as what my parents said: the truth will usually come out sooner or later. Just go out of haze and throw off all unpleasant memories. After all, tomorrow, is another day!