How to Catch a Cheating Boyfriend

Here are some ideas for getting real evidence. One of the biggest reasons men cheat is to have excitement in their lives. So, why don’t you give him what he’s looking for? You need to be extremely sneaky, though. It will require you to have very strong resolve. This is because, even when you discover some rotten deed he has done to try and cover up his indiscretion, you must keep it to yourself and do not let on like you know. Remember, he is probably already feeling guilty and guilt produces a degree of paranoia. He will already be looking for signs that you know. The more you act like nothing’s wrong, the less he will assume you are snooping or aware of what’s going on. This will make your job that much easier.

If there is “another woman” that you suspect, but you do not know her personally, try to get to know her. Find a way to make friends with her, or better yet, one of her friends. Her friend probably won’t know who you are and won’t make the connection. You could gain valuable insight to what’s really going on.

If you are the type of woman who loves to see your man squirm when he’s in hot water, then you might want to try this technique; be very nonchalant with him. Do not show any concern for him being gone so much. Do not complain that you are never intimate anymore. Make him wonder if you are the one doing the cheating.

Here’s what I did when I caught my man cheating. I knew what the girl looked like because I had seen her around. I cracked the security code on his cell phone and got her number. I know, you are thinking I called and confronted her—wrong! I had a good notion that he hadn’t told her about me, since we had a four-year-old daughter and I was pregnant. I was right, but I went along with his story he had convinced her was true. He had told her that yes, we had a daughter together, but we weren’t together. He didn’t mention me being pregnant. He told her that he just let us live with him until I could get on my feet. Hahaha! It was my apartment and my car and … well, you get the picture. As mad and humored as I was, I wasn’t about to let on to her. I strung her along, letting her believe that I was “just a friend.” You wouldn’t believe what details she let go. She told me about everything. I almost wanted to tell her to stop, but I needed to know. I gained a sort of satisfaction from it.