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6 June 2022

It has all happened to you at least once in your life, to be in a situation where you witness the adultery of one of your relatives, friends or acquaintances, but you could not disclose anything to the person cheated on fear of reprisals and consequences. ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

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Laura.M’s experience : A friend of mine has been in a relationship with my best friend for years. I introduced them and they’ve been together for 6 years now. On New Year’s Eve, she couldn’t come and celebrate with us, we were about twenty in a big house that we had rented for the occasion. The evening is going well, the alcohol is starting to take effect, I find myself at some point looking for the toilets a little in a hurry without going into details. I rush to the first door I find upstairs and there, I surprise my best friend with another girl. I close quickly without them being able to see me, must say that they were focused on something else… You understand then my position, either I betray him by revealing this to my friend who is his girlfriend, or I betray her her by hiding it from him. In no way did I want to meddle or make history. It worked for me for several days. One evening, I chill on my phone and there, I come across a testimony a bit like mine talking about the smsghost site. Report adultery or other crap anonymously. I didn’t hesitate… I sent a message to my friend via the site denouncing the famous evening. After all, it comes down to whether or not to believe a message that you receive without even knowing who the person behind the screen is who is sending such comments. It could very well be sent out of jealousy just to break up a couple. The thing is, I personally gave very specific details that made her believe it. It certainly messed up, but at least she knows about it and it will serve as a lesson to my best friend. I tell myself that he may not reproduce this kind of bullshit. If my story could help, I really acted in benevolence in any case.

Mathilde.D’s experience : I was the mistress of a married man for over 3 years. I am aware that I will attract the love of many people, in any case my name will not appear here;). So let’s start at the beginning: I work in a big company in communication. At the time I had been single for months, I was dating on Tinder, not glorious, nothing crazy, I was bored to death, there was never the thing that made a guy stand out. One afternoon we have lunch with my team in a restaurant near the office with potential new collaborators. And there, I meet Marc (we’ll call him that) my famous married man. He immediately attracted me, he was everything I loved physically. But I immediately say to myself, mixing work and private life, clearly a source of trouble. I then pretend not to calculate it too much. Except that of course, he sits next to me during the meal. There was a kind of chemistry, we couldn’t stop talking, laughing was super natural when we had just met. Arrived at the time to leave for work, he slips me a paper discreetly. There was written “to the pleasure new collaborator, I leave you my number, purely professional of course”. At that moment, I didn’t know anything about his private life, whether he had someone or not. We started writing to each other, more and more, every day. We saw each other at the office from time to time when he came to work on the premises. And we decided to see each other outside the professional circle. We started the evening in a small bar outside the city, he absolutely wanted us to move away from the center, I started to find it weird. He ended up telling me during the evening that he was married with 2 kids. TOTAL DISAPPOINTMENT! I was disgusted… but I pretended nothing. Then comes the time to go home, he accompanies me to my car, and there, he kisses me! I was both too happy but my conscience quickly took over. I tell him he is married with children, so why do that. He looks at me and tells me that it can’t be controlled. I ask him if he is happy with his wife, in his family life, he answers me “yes very”. I look at him full of disgust, get in my car and leave. When I got home I saw that he had written to me to apologize, but that in no case he regretted his gesture. For my part, I was so attracted to him, I was torn between either blocking him so as not to make the situation worse, or continuing this dangerous game. In the end, we continued to write to each other, to see each other, without it getting out of hand more than that. A few months later, he goes up a gear and offers me a weekend every two. His wife and children were moving to another city. I didn’t think, I rushed. Since we would enter a real relationship, explosive, intense, but obviously hidden from everyone. It lasted like that for more than three years. At the beginning, it was hope that kept me going, the selfishness of telling me that he would leave everything for me. Except that wasn’t happening. I couldn’t afford to tell his wife about it, he would have resented me for life and I would have lost him. So I took matters into my own hands, and instead of leaving him and going, I chose to fight to have him all to myself. I sent an anonymous message with the site, where I pretended to be a colleague of my lover, who said he had surprised the hidden relationship he had behind his wife’s back. I delivered a lot of details, with dates, places… The same evening my lover called me in a panic and told me that his wife had received this famous anonymous message. I did nothing. In the end, she filed for divorce and I live my relationship for all to see. It is certainly not legit or honest, but it was the price to pay to live my love serenely and in broad daylight.⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

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