Paige, a dedicated career woman, came home from a business trip to overhear her husband, Victor, and their four-year-old son, Mason, discussing a secret. Victor told Mason not to share what he’d seen with Paige, as it would “make her sad.” This unnerved Paige, but she brushed it off, assuming it was something minor.
After more business travel, Paige noticed a small but strange detail in a photo Victor sent — a pair of unfamiliar, high-end shoes in their living room. She shrugged it off at first, but doubt crept in. When she returned home, she caught Victor in bed with another woman, and Mason’s earlier words, “Mommy, don’t go in there; you’ll be sad,” now made devastating sense.
Victor tried to blame Paige’s busy career for his infidelity, arguing he needed “human contact.” Heartbroken and realizing the weight her son had carried in keeping this secret, Paige confronted her marriage’s painful reality. Supported by her family, she asked Victor to leave, choosing to divorce and rebuild her life for her and Mason.
Through it all, Paige resolved to prioritize her own and her son’s well-being, even amid the pain of betrayal.
My Husband Left Me and Our Kids for His Mistress — I Took Revenge after Visiting My MIL
Hannah is startled and heartbroken after she finds shocking photos of her husband, Charles, with his young coworker, Madison. With her world falling apart, Hannah doesn’t know what to do, but a visit to her mother-in-law’s gives her a secret weapon. Can Hannah use this new evidence to get the revenge she deserves?
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Sitting in my living room, I stared at my phone, my hands trembling.
It all started a week ago when my friend Sarah mentioned she had seen Charles with a young woman at a café. I brushed it off, thinking it was a misunderstanding.
But something gnawed at me, and I decided to ask Sarah to keep an eye out.
Now, Sarah’s message popped up with several pictures attached. I opened them, and there they were — Charles and Madison, his 20-year-old coworker, entering a hotel together.
They were laughing and holding hands, the intimacy between them unmistakable.
He shook his head. “No, Hannah. It’s over.”
I realized our life together, the family we built, meant nothing to him.
After Charles left, my life turned upside down.
I moved into a small apartment with the kids, barely scraping by. The settlement I received was meager, barely enough to cover our basic needs. I had hoped to keep things stable for the children, but every month was a struggle to pay rent.
One evening, after putting the kids to bed, I sat down with my laptop to look for ways to make ends meet. My job as a part-time receptionist wasn’t enough, and I started searching for freelance work, anything that could help us get by.
“How could he do this?” I muttered to myself, feeling the sting of injustice.
Charles had lied about the house’s value during the divorce proceedings. He’d manipulated the system to leave me with almost nothing. The unfairness of it all consumed me.
How was I supposed to provide for our children when he had taken everything?
“We did it, Hannah. He’s finally getting what he deserves,” Margaret said, hugging me tightly.
I smiled, tears of gratitude in my eyes. “Thank you, Margaret. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
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