My Husband Came Home with a Pregnant Lover and Asked Me to Move to My Mom’s – My Retaliation Was Severe

When Madison sees a note on the bathroom mirror, she chalks it up to her husband being sweet after their night out. But when she talks to him about it, his awkwardness makes her feel that the note isn’t for her. Could Ryan be cheating on her?

It started how things usually do: quiet and unassuming, with a sweet moment between my husband, Ryan, and me. Or so I thought. I was getting ready for the day when I noticed a love note written on a Post-it on the fogged-up bathroom mirror. The words threw me for a loop.

Miss you already, last night was amazing! XOXO.

My first thought?

That Ryan left me a surprise. I felt a little spark, honestly. After a few years of marriage, little things like that can really brighten your day.

We had gone out for dinner the night before, and I had too many cocktails, so when we got home, I had just hopped into bed, makeup and all. I slept like the dead and only noticed the note now.

I grabbed my phone and texted him right away.

Hey Babe! I saw your little note on the mirror. So cute! I loved it! 😘

A few minutes later, those three dots appeared. I smiled, brushing my hair, and waiting for his response. But when his message finally came in, it was not anything sweet or cheeky that I was expecting.

Uh, what note, Madison?

Well, that was weird. I mean, maybe he forgot about it? Ryan wasn’t a morning person at all, and he would remain grumpy and unengaged until he had two cups of coffee.

I snapped a picture of the mirror and sent it to him. My smile faded as I waited, fingers tapping nervously on the bathroom counter. After a few long minutes, my phone buzzed with his reply.

Oh! Haha! Yeah, right, I left that for you! I totally forgot!

Something about the way he typed it felt off. I could almost hear him saying it. My husband also loved emojis, so the lack of emojis in his text was different. The casualness, the awkwardness, it just didn’t sit right with me.

I went downstairs to make myself some breakfast before I logged on to work for the day. I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe the note wasn’t meant for me at all.

The thought crept in, chilling me to my core: Was Ryan cheating?

The entire day, my mind raced. As much as I tried to sit down and focus on work, I just couldn’t. I told myself that I was overreacting. There had to be an explanation.

Ryan wouldn’t do something like that. We were solid, weren’t we?

“Hey honey,” Ryan said when he got home that evening.

He came into the study and kissed my head, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil I was going through.

“What’s for dinner?” he asked.

“I’ve been a bit behind on work, honey,” I said stiffly. “Can you make something?”

Ryan smiled, nodded, and headed to the kitchen.

I was on edge. I could feel it taking over me. I watched him closely, and while he was acting normal, I felt like it was a mask.

Later, when Ryan went to bed, I did something I never thought I’d do.

I went through my husband’s phone — every text, his call log, and the latest emails.

His phone was clean, like too clean. There were no secret messages, no signs of an affair, nothing. But my gut told me something was off.

I felt sick. What was going on? My mind screamed at me to let it go, but something deep down wouldn’t let me.

I just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something. But if Ryan wasn’t cheating, then who was that note meant for?

A few days later, things took a turn.

He was in the shower with the woman who had walked into my home.
Ryan came home from work earlier than usual, just as I was about to head to the gym. His body was tense, and when I asked him why, his answer felt rehearsed.

“My dad’s coming over,” he said. “He wants some help with his laptop. Enjoy your session, I’ll see you later!”

His dad? Bob rarely came over in the past. But recently, he had been dropping in all the time. Especially on the days when I worked from the office and not home.

Later that week, Ryan’s mom, Claire, called me. She sounded off, a little upset.

“Darling, have you seen Bob around lately?” she asked.

“Yes, Mom,” I said. “He was here the other day. Ryan said that he wanted help with his laptop or something.”

That’s when something clicked.

Bob had been here a lot recently.

Too much.

The next time Bob came over, I decided to do some digging of my own. I pretended to run errands but parked around the corner, out of sight. A few minutes later, a woman walked up to my front door!

“What the heck?” I said out loud.

I waited a few more minutes, talking myself into getting out of the car. My palms were slick as I made my way quietly back to the house.

The shower was running.

I approached the bathroom. I don’t know what I was expecting to see, but what I found shattered every assumption I had. Through the crack in the door, I saw Bob.

He was in the shower with the woman who had walked into my home. A woman who definitely wasn’t my mother-in-law.

That’s when I finally realized the truth. The note wasn’t meant for me. And Ryan wasn’t cheating. Bob was.

I flung the door open, and they both whipped around, startled. Bob looked like a deer in headlights. The woman grabbed one of my towels from the towel rack next to the shower. She jumped out of the shower, grabbed her clothes from the floor, and bolted.

“What the hell, Bob?” I yelled.

He stumbled over a series of words, trying to come up with excuses, but I didn’t need to hear them. The truth was plain and simple. He was using my house as his secret hideaway for his affair.

Later that night, I confronted Ryan. His face went pale when I told him what I had walked into. At first, he tried to deny it, his voice defensive and sharp.

But when I pressed him, it all came pouring out.

“Tell me the truth!” I demanded.

“Of course, I knew, Madison!” he said, frustrated. “But he’s my father. He asked me to cover up and I did. It’s better this way, you know.”

“How is it better?” I asked, shocked at the words coming out of his mouth.

“It’s safer here, Madison! This way, my mother wouldn’t see Dad with his mistress.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was furious. My husband wasn’t the one cheating, sure. But he had been lying the entire time, hiding something so disgusting right under my nose.

We argued for hours that night, and he still just didn’t seem to understand why I was so upset.

“How could you lie to me? For months, Ryan! How could you cover for him? Didn’t you think about your mother?”

“I didn’t want to get involved,” he said weakly. “It’s my dad, Madison. What was I supposed to do?”

“You were supposed to be open and honest. With me. With yourself. With your mother, for goodness’ sake! Instead, you turned our house into Bob’s disgusting little playground.”

That night, I told him to sleep in the living room. I needed space.

The next morning, I called Claire.

And I told her everything. The silence at the other end of the line was chilling. And when she finally spoke, her voice was steady.

“Pack your bags, Madison,” she said calmly. “We’re leaving.”

We ended up checking into a hotel using the money that Bob had transferred to Claire a month earlier.

“He said it was for my 65th birthday weekend,” she said. “Now, we’ll use it for massages, cocktails on the beach, and planning our next move.”

By the end of the week, we both filed for divorce. My mother-in-law told me she couldn’t stay with a man who betrayed her trust like that. And I knew I couldn’t stay with Ryan after he lied and enabled the whole situation.

Now, Claire and I are renting a cute little apartment together. We’re two newly single women, free from lies. And it’s been the most refreshing change.

What would you have done?

Ann-Margret cared for her husband – his cause of death broke her heart

I just love Ann-Margret – she is such a warm, sweet and classy woman.

Known for her fiery beauty and undeniable talent, she captured hearts on and off the screen, famously dating Elvis Presley and standing out as one of the few Hollywood stars who truly supported our Vietnam troops.

Yet, despite her iconic career and public admiration, she believes her greatest achievement lies elsewhere…

I just love Ann-Margret – she is such a warm, sweet and classy woman.

Known for her fiery beauty and undeniable talent, she captured hearts on and off the screen, famously dating Elvis Presley and standing out as one of the few Hollywood stars who truly supported our Vietnam troops.

Yet, despite her iconic career and public admiration, she believes her greatest achievement lies elsewhere…

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Swedish Actress, Ann-margret Singer and Dancer, 01.05.1967. (Photo by Avalon/Getty Images)

Perhaps it’s my deep connection to Sweden, but I must say Ann-Margret is a personal favorite. She’s simply incredible and all her work speaks for itself. With her delightful humor and genuine charm, she continues to captivate and inspire.

And her timeless beauty is natural and unpretentious, unlike so many in Hollywood.

As recently as last year, the Swedish-American actress and singer released her debut rock album, Born to Be Wild, as reported by The New York Times.

To say that Ann-Margret has experienced it all would be an understatement. The iconic, two-time Oscar nominee, born up north in Sweden, made her mark with memorable roles in the 1960s classics Bye Bye Birdie and Viva Las Vegas.

You can read about her electric romance with Elvis Presley here, but the truth is, he was never the man of her life.

Meeting Roger Smith

Even though she dated stars like Eddie Fisher and Elvis Presley, it was Roger Smith who ultimately won Ann-Margret’s heart.

The strikingly handsome, dark-haired actor had made a name for himself with standout roles in hits like 77 Sunset Strip and Mister Roberts. As a quintessential Hollywood heartthrob, he was used to effortlessly winning over women.

But Ann-Margret was not easily swayed.

“Every other woman I met was falling all over me,” he remembered. “But this innocent, fresh-faced beauty only spoke to me when I spoke to her and the rest of the time ignored me.”

The couple first crossed paths in the 1960s, naturally meeting through their Hollywood careers. However, it wasn’t until 1965 that they began dating seriously.

Some reports suggest that Roger initially invited the Swedish star to one of his performances at a San Francisco club. But he also had another trick up his sleeve.

He knew that Ann-Margret was a passionate motorcycle enthusiast. She loved riding and had several bikes at home, along with an entire wardrobe of motorcycle gear.

”When I first started going out with her, there were a lot of guys hanging around. But they didn’t ride motorcycles. So I figured if I had one, it would help. So I bought one and we went out ridning together. It helped,” he told NEA.

By their third date, Ann-Margret was certain that Roger Smith was the man she had always been searching for.

“I knew he would protect me. I knew that I could depend on him. I sensed it completely,” she told People in 2017.

Tears of sadness

The couple tied the knot in 1967 and their marriage was everything Ann-Margret could dream of. But few knows that their union got off to a bad start. During their wedding ceremony in Las Vegas, in a ”cigarette-smoke-filled room at the Riviera Hotel”, the Bye Bye Birdie star started to cry.

”This is not the way I envisioned my wedding,” Ann-Margret told People and added: ”I think everyone thought I was pregnant because I was crying though the whole thing. But we did it.”

Thankfully, the traumatic wedding experience didn’t matter in the end.

Soon, Roger Smith took on the role of his wife’s manager. He believed in her, admired her, and sacrificed his own acting career to support her. Roger felt that Ann-Margret had more “raw talent” than he did, and he wanted to be close to her.

Roger Smith with sun glasses and Ann-Margret in the back of a limo; circa 1970; New York. (Photo by Art Zelin/Getty Images)

“Now in Roger I’ve found all the men I need rolled into one — a father, a friend, a lover, a manager, a businessman,” the actress told Rex Reed in 1972.

“It’s perfect for me. I couldn’t exist without a strong man.”

Smith helped Ann-Margret redefine her career played a pivotal role in guiding her away from the ”sex kitten” persona, understanding that she needed to evolve beyond that to maintain a lasting presence in Hollywood. His strategic decisions allowed Ann-Margret to embrace more complex roles, which ultimately led to her breakout performance in Carnal Knowledge in 1971.

By supporting her in what she wanted, Roger Smith found he liked himself much better. Being with Ann-Margret mattered more to him than all his childhood dreams of becoming a famous actor.

”When I met Ann-Margret, I felt happy for the first time in my life,” Smith told New York. ”Once I found Ann-Margret, I couldn’t stand to be without her and, surprisingly, she couldn’t stand to be without me.”

Substance abuse & injury

Throughout their long marriage, Ann-Margret and Roger Smith were incredibly close, both personally and professionally. They experienced high peaks together but also faced significant challenges. For example, Ann-Margret grappled with substance abuse and a life-altering injury.

The Viva Las Vegas star During parts of the 1970s, the Viva Las Vegas star struggled with an addiction to pills and alcohol, finding it difficult to separate fantasy from reality.

In 1972, she suffered a devastating fall from a 22-foot platform while performing in Lake Tahoe, Nevada, breaking nearly every bone in her face. Before a shocked audience at the Sahara Hotel, Ann-Margret fell into an orchestra pit, narrowly escaping death.

She underwent facial reconstructive surgery, requiring her mouth to be wired shut and a strict liquid diet to help her recover. But as if by a miracle, Ann-Margret made a remarkable recovery. But just 10 days and 59 stitches after the terrifying accident, she made a triumphant return to the stage, riding her gleaming Harley-Davidson motorcycle and roaring back to the spotlight with her signature flair.

Her husband, Roger Smith, also played a crucial role in her recovery. When the accident happened, he piloted a stolen plane from Burbank, California, and rushed her to surgeons at the UCLA Medical Center, ensuring she received immediate care.

Roger Smith illness

Ann-Margret’s marriage to Roger Smith took a dramatic turn in 1980 when he was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis, an incurable neuromuscular disease. The illness often left Smith unable to even get out of bed in the mornings. Traveling across the country was out of the question, and the disease affected the couple both personally and professionally. Smith, who was the mastermind behind managing Ann-Margret’s career, had to step back due to his health.

By 1985, Smith’s illness went into remission, allowing Ann-Margret to reignite her nightclub career. Smith supported her as she returned to the spotlight, helping her revive her popular Las Vegas shows. For a while, things looked brighter.

When Roger Smith’s symptoms eased, the couple made one final attempt to have children of their own. Before that, Ann-Margret had lovingly embraced her role as stepmother to his three children from a previous marriage.

Sadly, Ann-Margret’s biological clock was ticking faster, and despite consulting numerous fertility experts, they were unable to conceive. They did everything they could, but never had children together — a fact the actress has said is one of the greatest disappointments of her life.

Cause of death

Ann-Margret and Roger Smith remained together until his death in 2017.

The beloved actor and manager passed away at age 84 at Sherman Oaks Hospital in Sherman Oaks, Los Angeles, from complications related to myasthenia gravis.

Before his death, he had also struggled with Parkinson’s disease for many years.

His condition meant that Ann-Margret had to take a break from work to care for him. She showed total commitment to her partner during his lengthy illness.

NEW YORK, NY – MARCH 30: Ann-Margret and Roger Smith attend “Going in Style” World Premiere at SVA Theatre on March 30, 2017 in New York City. (Photo by Sylvain Gaboury/Patrick McMullan via Getty Images)

”I kept saying no, no to everything because I was taking care of him. If you’re a spouse, if one of you has a broken wing, the other takes over,” she said.

Ann-Margret was, of course, heartbroken after her husband’s passing. Yet, she managed to find something positive and she managed to move on with her life.

”When I look back at my life, I am most proud of my marriage,” Ann-Margret told Closer Weekly. “We both wanted it to work. And it did work. We were together night and day. We loved each other and we were always in each other’s corner.”

That New York photo

To truly appreciate the love story of Ann-Margret and Roger Smith, just look at a photo taken on January 1, 1985, in New York.

It captured the Hollywood couple radiating elegance and charm at a high-profile event, showing them both at the height of their careers. But this image is more than just a glamorous snapshot. Roger’s steady gaze and Ann-Margret’s serene presence reflect their deep bond, both personally and professionally.

The rich green curtains in the background give the photo a royal feel, making it a true portrait of Hollywood royalty. What makes this picture even more powerful is that you can see the signs of Roger’s battle with illness. Though not yet fully overtaken by his condition, there’s a quiet awareness of what’s to come. Despite this, the image stands as a beautiful testament to their enduring love.

It’s more than just a memory—it’s a moment frozen in time that celebrates their strength, elegance, and the legacy they built together.

Share this story with someone who appreciates timeless love, and let’s remember how this remarkable couple faced life’s challenges with grace.

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