When Nicole started receiving mysterious notifications from the digital bathroom scale her husband brought home, she brushed it off as a glitch.
But as the same numbers appeared week after week, her suspicions grew: Was Justin hiding something — or someone? What she uncovered SHOOK HER TO HER CORE.
What would you do if strange notifications started popping up on your phone?
Like, ones you couldn’t explain?
Because that’s exactly what happened to me, and let me tell you — it led to one hell of a discovery.
It started with a bathroom scale — a digital one.
My husband, Justin, brought it home one random Saturday. “Let’s stay healthy together,” he said with this casual smile like it was no big deal.
I wasn’t thrilled, but I played along. We stepped on it to “test” it out. Mine read 134.4 lbs, and his weight was 189.5 lbs.
“Wow, I didn’t realize I was pushing 190,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.
I noticed his hand slightly trembling as he stepped off.
“Justin? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just… just surprised, that’s all.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I used to be so fit in college.”
“We all change with time,” I said, touching his arm.
He flinched away so subtly that I almost missed it.
I thought that might’ve been the end — just another gadget to collect dust in the bathroom. However, weeks later, these weird notifications started popping up on my phone. I’d linked the scale to an app when we first set it up, and one day, while sitting at work, I got a message:
“Unidentified user: weight 152.1 lbs.”
I thought maybe Justin had stepped on the scale.
But he weighed 189.5 pounds. Then it happened again. And again.
I got these notifications three times a week. Same weight. Same time.
Something didn’t add up.
At dinner one night, I asked him casually, “Hey, have you been using the scale while I’m at work?”
He didn’t even look up from his plate. “Nope. It’s probably the kids playing with it.”
“Three times a week at the exact same time?” I pressed, raising an eyebrow.
“Geez, Nicole!” His fork clattered against the plate.
“Why are you interrogating me about a damn scale?”
“I’m not interrogating you. I’m just asking a simple question. And the numbers are, I don’t know… weird.
You weigh 189.5 pounds. But the notification said 152.1. Am I missing something?”
He shrugged, clearly annoyed.
“Maybe they’re holding the dog when they weigh themselves. I don’t know, Nicole. It’s just a scale.
Why are you so obsessed with this?”
That was the first red flag. Something about the way he said it — so quick and dismissive — didn’t sit right with me. But I didn’t want to start a fight over a stupid scale, so I let it go for a while.
But the notifications didn’t stop.
Sometimes, the weight was random — 189.5 lbs (Justin’s weight), 35.3 lbs, or even 24.2 lbs.
But that damn 152.1 lbs kept popping up like a ghost that refused to leave. This happened three times a week, like clockwork.
One night, I couldn’t sleep. The numbers kept dancing in my head.
“Justin?” I whispered in the darkness.
“Mmph?” he mumbled.
“Are you happy?
With us, I mean?”
He rolled over, suddenly alert. “Where is this coming from?”
“I don’t know. You just seem… distant lately.
Like you’re keeping something from me.”
“Nicole,” he sighed heavily, “it’s 2 a.m. Can we not do this now?”
“When should we do it then?” I demanded, sitting up. “Because every time I try to talk to you, you shut me down!”
“How annoying can this get?!” He threw off the covers and stormed out of the bedroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
One evening, while Justin was at the grocery store, I decided to take the scale to customer service, convinced it was broken.
But when I explained the issue, the employee ran a diagnostic test and handed it back with a shrug.
“It’s working perfectly,” he said. “Every weight logged is based on someone actually using it.”
I felt my stomach knot. Someone was ACTUALLY using it?
When I got home, I confronted Justin again.
“The scale isn’t broken,” I told him. “So who keeps stepping on it? It’s clearly someone who weighs 152.1 pounds.
And it’s none of us here. Not you. Not me.
Not the kids. And don’t you dare tell me it’s our dog.”
He sighed, his jaw tightening. “Nicole, it’s the kids.
I don’t know what else to tell you.”
“You’re sure about that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Because I’ve been watching them. They’re never home at that time.”
“Are you spying on our children now?” he exploded.
“What’s next? Hidden cameras?”
“Maybe I should install some!” I shot back, tears burning in my eyes. “Since you won’t give me a straight answer!”
“Nicole, drop it!” he snapped, storming upstairs to our room.
“It’s not a big deal. You’re acting like this is some kind of conspiracy.”
That was red flag number two. Then came the day everything changed.
I was on a work trip, trying to focus on a meeting, when my phone buzzed with another notification: “Unidentified user: weight 152.1 lbs.”
I happened to be on the phone with my eldest son at the time.
“Hey,” I asked, keeping my voice light. “Who’s messing with the scale right now?”
“What scale?” he asked, sounding confused.
“The one in the bathroom,” I said. “Who’s using it?”
“Mom, no one’s home except Dad,” he said.
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