Sort of.
In the spring of 1988 (long before the internet) I started reading Crisis of Conscience, hiding the book under my side of the bed, with some stuff I knew my wife wouldn't move on top of it. One Sunday morning my after deciding "I didn't feel well" and staying home from meeting. My wife decided the kids were coming down with something and didn't go either. She was doing a lot of cleaning, and I'm drinking coffee and reading the paper when she comes down the hall with CoC in her hand and a funny look on her face. Just as I'm thinking that this is where it all hits the fan, she grins and says "this is MY copy."
She'd found mine, and assumed I'd located hers and she was going to be on the receving end of the argument. Then she found her copy where she stashed it on her side of the bed. We didn't know it until that moment, but we were both Apostates!