My husband’s cheating turned me into a woman who went above and beyond to make him and his mistress pay.
After more than a decade of what I thought was marital bliss, in a twist of fate, I discovered the truth about my husband. Read what made him and his mistress call me, begging me for MY help!
Living in the aftermath of discovering my husband’s infidelity was like trudging through a never-ending storm. My name is Maya, 54, and Steven, 55, and I have been for nearly two years.
All along I thought we were all happy and on the same page until I accidentally discovered he was cheating on me.
Living in the aftermath of discovering my husband’s infidelity was like trudging through a never-ending storm. My name is Maya, 54, and Steven, 55, and I have been for nearly two years.
All along I thought we were all happy and on the same page until I accidentally discovered he was cheating on me.
One day he was in the shower when a message came through on his phone.
I absentmindedly picked up the device and read it.
Okay! Before you all jump to conclusions, I was NOT snooping! Steven’s and my phones were the same, and we’d gotten them about two days before. So the messaging and ringtones were still the preset ones. The message my husband received read:
“Can’t wait to meet up with you later for dinner. But dessert is the part of the menu that I most look forward to.”
My husband was taking a quick after-work shower because he allegedly had a “work meeting” with clients later on. In my denial, I took the number down. I decided to call the person who texted before confronting Steven or assuming the worst.
I acted normal when my husband, all dressed up and smelling good, said, “I’ll be late coming home. Don’t wait up for me, okay?” He kissed me goodbye, and as he drove off, I watched him through the window.
I dialed the number that had texted him earlier.
It turns out the person was a woman, a 22-year-old named Stella, who dared to insult me over the phone. I was the fool in the situation because she was fully aware that she was tearing my marriage apart!
Her words, sharp and unforgiving, haunted me: calling me an “ugly fat witch!” “I had a look at your social media profile picture, and I now understand why Stevie is cheating on you!” I was too shocked to respond as I tried to process the gall of this young woman who continued saying:
“You should also consider smiling less. When you do, your wrinkles pop out along with the ones on your dried-up forehead!”
When I got home, the gravity of the situation dawned on them. I received a call from Steven begging me in tears, saying, “Maya, please, this isn’t what it looks like. You have to come back to the office and explain things to the HR manager. We can discuss this—”
“Discuss?” I interrupted, the word sharp like a knife. “What is there to discuss, Steven? Your betrayal? Your lies?”
Stella’s voice chimed in, quivering with fear. “Maya, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think—”
“You didn’t think it would come to this?” I said, my voice cold and unwavering. “You should have thought harder.”
The decision had been swift. Both Steven and Stella were fired on the spot! Their careers, which they had placed above our marriage, crumbled under the weight of their choices. A serene calm settled over me.
I wished them a “happy life” together with the same coldness they had shown me and blocked their numbers. Now, as I sit here recounting this tale of betrayal and revenge, I turn to you, dear readers.
I executed a plan that not only punished them for their actions but also protected others from their toxic behavior. Yet, I find myself questioning: was my revenge justified, or did it cross a line?
What do you think? Did the scales of justice balance, or did I let the pain of betrayal turn me into someone I am not? Let’s discuss.
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