Once, my husband Jason surprised me with a fancy spa trip. I was excited, thinking it was a sweet gesture to help us relax and maybe boost our chances of having a baby. But when I came back early, hoping to surprise him, I found a scene straight out of a nightmare.
Instead of a loving welcome, our house was a mess, with another woman’s stuff everywhere. I could hear them giggling behind a closed door, confirming my worst fear. Jason was cheating on me.
I didn’t freak out right away. Instead, I quietly gathered their things and left. Revenge bubbled in my mind, but I stayed cool and made a plan.
First, I got rid of their stuff. Then, I found out who the other woman was and where she lived. I switched off my phone and crashed at a friend’s place, telling her everything. She had my back, which helped a lot.
The next day, chaos hit. Jason panicked when he couldn’t reach me, and his mistress’s life got flipped upside down. Turns out, her husband caught her in the act and had proof. Their world came crashing down, and I couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied.
As for Jason, he tried to talk things out, but I wasn’t having it. He broke our trust in the worst way, and there was no going back. I filed for divorce armed with evidence, including the fact that he had been lying about wanting kids.
Now, I’m starting over, free from their lies. Jason’s attempts to make amends fell flat, and the other woman faced the consequences too. My revenge was sweet, and I’m reclaiming my life, one step at a time.