I'm Egyptian; all names have changed.
One day, my wife Sara ran to me and said, "My Facebook account has been hacked."
She has no experience in social media account recovery; I recovered her account, she changed her password, and everything was ok.
Once, I was surfing on Instagram. I have many Instagram accounts, so I moved to another one, but before I did that, I found an extra account.
That was her account; I pressed on it, the account opened, and I saw something that made my eyes go on stalks.
I saw her texting my best friend, but she deleted the chat so that I couldn't read anything; I mean, they were texting while I logged in to her account.
My thoughts were conflicted. This has been my fantasy for years, especially with that friend, but the sense of cheating and shock played a major role.
I was scared, shocked, nervous, and pleased at this time.
I quickly tried to hack her Facebook account to find any conversations between them, but I was the one who secured her account, so I could not, but I disabled it after many tries.
She pleaded to me again to recover the account. "Give me enough time," I said.
"Ok, my Facebook account is linked with my other phone number, so take the SIM," she said.
She gave me her other SIM and went out to work.
She works as a freelance makeup artist, so she has no set dates.
I inserted her SIM into my phone and activated WhatsApp, but no texts were found. I remembered that she uses Snapchat. I changed the password and found a few saved pictures between them, "Snaps."
Snapchat deletes the whole conversation unless you save a message; if you want to save a picture or message, click on it to save.
Sara shared a few dressed photos; in contrast, he shared the most current pictures of him in Alexandria; he spent a week in Alexandria.
As usual, I went out of the house to spend my evening in the coffee shop and met him.
I met and hugged him, and this was the first time I saw him after he returned from Alexandria.
My opinions were average, not showing him any feeling that there was something inside me.
We sat down at a table; I opened Snapchat from time to time to check for any new messages; I turned the notifications off, and he sent a message, "How are you, my beautiful girl? I miss you."
It looked to him that the message had been read, and then he began to feel anxious about not answering. He got away and called Sara, and his face said it all.
So she told him that her Snapchat account had been hacked, and she forgot that she had given me her SIM.
Her lack of understanding of the hacking greatly impacted her, as she forgot which phone number she used to register on Snapchat.
After a long call, he returned to the table; one hour later, she called me, "Lucas, Have you hacked my Snapchat? She asked strongly.
"What... No, I have no idea what account you are talking about," I lied.
"I think you are the one who hacked my account; I gave you my SIM for an hour," she growled.
I realized that Finn had caught her attention during that call.
