husband threw his phone on the ground (it shattered) instead of staring who he was talking to

as of two hours ago:

I was anxious and he could tell. I was tapping my foot against the couch and he asked what was wrong. I stupidly decided to open up and asked who he was talking to on snapchat tonight, because he’s been on there more (and you can see post history for snap history of the last year: a lot of flirting and emotional cheating and of girls). I didn’t even ask about the conversations or messages, just who he was talking to, like the list of names on the screen. just to put my mind at ease.

nope.

he became irate and he threw his phone on the tile floor at my feet, it shattered. I was fine but he lost all our photos from the last two years. And then he blamed me for it, and now he needs to buy a new phone.

“say you’re sorry,” he told me “you did this.”

“say thank you, that’s the least you could do is say thank you,” he told me, holding up the shattered phone to my face.

I’m beyond sad and disheartened that the photos were lost, that now we have to fork up nearly $1200 for a phone that was perfectly fine until I asked to see who he was talking to, and beside myself that that’s my fault somehow.

What? Help. Please. I’m unraveling. I need prayers.