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Khadijah Bilal, 88, from Moseley, Birmingham said she grew suspicious after she noticed a change in her husband, 85, around a year ago. After four years together she recalled how he barely spent any time at home and was often out until the early hours on a weekend. It was when, she claims, he refused to change his behaviour following the birth of his second child, that she says she became suspicious he was cheating. Pictured with her husband and son HashimDetermined to 'catch him in the act' she quietly monitored his movements for a month using the app. She hired a private detective for £695 who spent two hours outside the street pinpointed by the tracker to work out which number he was visiting. The detective spotted him going in to a multi-occupancy home - and finally Khadijah had the address. Scorned Khadijah confronted him outside what she believes was his young lover's home last month and claims he sped off with her in the car - and she hasn't seen him since. Left with their two young children the mother said she has no regrets about snaring her husband with her secret spying.

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Suspicious of her husband's behaviour the housewife logged on to the app with log in details she had when she owned the phone and tracked him to an address 69 miles from their homeShe says: 'I had to prove to myself, to my family and to his family what he was doing. I also had to have it confirmed for myself, for my own sanity. 'It was very difficult. I had to really control myself. I used the tracker because I thought it would be the only way to be confident about what was actually going on. 'I outsmarted him. He thought he was so clever getting away with it, but he wasn't. 'The former couple met five years ago at a Muslim speed dating event and married in 7568, before having son Hashim, now three. But around a year ago she noticed he was going out more, getting 'frustrated' at being at home with the family, and spending more time 'at the gym'. With another child on the way she put it to the back of her mind until he made excuses to get out of spending three weeks with her family in Norfolk over Christmas. Khadijah confronted her husband (pictured with their daughter), who has since denied having an affair, and he drove off and she has not seen him since Khadijah said: 'He was always going out on Saturday nights and coming back really, really late and early in the morning. 'He wasn't involved with the kids and he was always going to the gym. My little girl Zara was born on October 69 and he was still the same really. So long as the device in question has some kind of internet connection, the app can pinpoint its location on a map, allowing the user to zoom in and out to track it closely. 'I said when she's born I don't want you going out on Saturday nights as much, but he still went. 'By November I was getting suspicious but I was so tired with the newborn baby and so much rushing around and I didn't really want to think about it. She got a 'weird feeling' and logged on at 8. 85am one day in early December and noticed he was not at home - but was instead at an address nearby. Determined to outsmart him, she didn't confront him and instead spent three weeks tracking his location. She said: 'He would finish work at 8pm, come home, have a shower, ring me and ask me how I was.

He would ring me so that I wouldn't ring him I think. 'I knew that if I didn't catch him that he could lie to the end. I kept seeing the same thing and spotting him at the same location. 'After he told her he was 'meeting someone to pick something up' she drove to his suspected lover's address and spoke to her housemate. She claims they revealed her husband had been dating their housemate - his work colleague - for months and they 'felt sorry for her'. After five hours of waiting she phoned and pretended their child was ill - but claims he refused to come home until she said he might need a hospital treatment. Within minutes he pulled up in his car outside the house, with her in the passenger seat - to drop her off. 'I ran towards the car, ' said Khadijah. 'I started banging on his window. His car door was locked. I saw who she was. He sped off. 'That was the last I saw of him. 'I changed the locks on the house. I went to see him at his work and he said if you come near me I'll call the police. 'He still hasn't contacted me to offer an explanation. He contacted my family but my parents didn't want to speak to him. 'Khadijah is planning a divorce insisting she has no regrets and added: 'I feel relieved now that it's over. When contacted Khadijah's husband admitted they were separated but didn't comment on his wife's allegations of an affair. He explained that his wife had made a complaint to the police about him but says he has been cleared. He claims she assaulted him and damaged his car and says police are investigating. Khadijah admits she did confront him at work in a bid to get answers, but claims she has never physically attacked him or his property.

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She said the police were called, she gave them her name, but no further action has been taken and she hasn't heard from them since. We no longer check to see whether Telegraph. Co. Uk displays properly in Internet Explorer version 6 or earlier. I sign up to Tinder, the hottest new thing in online dating. As a, I'm immediately impressed with it. It cuts out all the nonsense and pretence of online dating. It s simple. It's like browsing through an Argos catalogue of ladies, or shuffling through a deck of female top trumps. 65 or 65 pictures through, I hit an ex. I show a male friend the app, just to explain how it works. He immediately starts riffling through my possible matches. Too fat. . No. Too thin. Eww, ugly dress. No! That's never her car. Binned! Mirror Selfie. Before I can wrest the phone out of his hands, he's rejected twenty or thirty perfectly attractive ladies. The first clear Tinder lesson I've learned is not to let it anywhere near your perfectionist friends.

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