My husband used my fingerprint to access my bank app and transfer all my money! But he didn’t expect what happened next……The morning it started, the light felt off, like a warning. I stood by the window, coffee untouched, sensing a heavy silence. Withdrawals plagued my account—small at first, then significant—despite my security upgrades. Doubts gnawed at me, pointing to Aiden, my husband. That morning, I noticed his toothbrush, cologne, and towel—clues masquerading as routine. My phone buzzed with a dinner reminder for his mother, Alyssa. Checking the app, I spotted an unlocked device still synced to my fingerprint.
In the kitchen, I faced Aiden, smiling as he flipped through a magazine. “Did you sleep?” he asked casually. “I dreamt of oceans,” I replied. “I drowned.” His brief glance missed the storm in my eyes. After dinner with Alyssa—wine, false smiles, vacation talk—I confronted him. Evidence in hand, I revealed his theft. Shocked, he denied it, but I’d recorded everything. I contacted the police, freezing our accounts. Aiden lost control, arrested for fraud. I walked away, whole, reclaiming my life with newfound strength.
