My Manicurist Told Me About Her Lover, Only to Realize She Was Talking About My Husband

My husband surprised me with an appointment with my manicurist, but during our session, I discovered the woman was cheating with him! Angry, I tried to retaliate by getting revenge, but when the truth came out, I was left with egg on my face!

When I went in for my manicurist appointment that day, I had no idea that I was about to get more than what I bargained for. What I discovered had me seething as I imagined the worst about my loving husband. But before we get there, let me backtrack a bit to the day before…

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A woman at a beauty parlor | Source: Midjourney

It had been a long day of privately tutoring a mix of energetic six-year-olds learning their ABCs and a precocious eight-year-old trying to ace his fractions. By the time I got home, I was completely drained. Adam, my husband of seven years, greeted me with his signature boyish smile and a kiss on the forehead.

“How’s my favorite teacher?” he asked, handing me a cup of herbal tea.

“Tired,” I replied with a laugh, plopping onto the couch. “But your tea makes it better.”

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A happy woman drinking tea | Source: Midjourney

Adam always had a way of making me feel like the most important person in the world. We were one of those couples people envied, with a solid partnership full of love and shared dreams.

We had just started planning for a family, and I’d been secretly pinning nursery ideas to my Pinterest board.

“I might have to work late tonight, and tomorrow I’ll be staying at work overnight, unfortunately,” Adam said, running a hand through his dark hair. “Big project at the office.”

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A man running his hand through his hair | Source: Midjourney

I nodded, not thinking much of it. His job as a successful manager for a mid-sized marketing firm often demanded odd hours.

“Just don’t overwork yourself, okay?”

“I won’t,” he promised, kissing me again before adding, “To make it up to you, I booked an appointment for you tomorrow afternoon at Lily’s Luxe Nails.”

I got up and thanked him with a kiss before he gave me one on the cheek and disappeared into his home office.

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A woman getting a kiss from her man | Source: Midjourney

The next day, I went and treated myself to the rare indulgence of a trip to Lily’s Luxe Nails. Lily, the owner, was one of my favorite people. She had a magnetic personality, full of dramatic flair and endless gossip!

Her stories always left me laughing or clutching my pearls.

As I settled into the chair, Lily approached with her usual wide grin.

“Honey, you’re glowing! Your hubby’s treating you well?”

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A manicurist | Source: Midjourney

“As always,” I said, holding out my hands for her to examine.

She laughed, taking out her tools.

“Well, at least he’s worth it. Some of us don’t get that lucky.”

Her comment caught my attention. Lily wasn’t one to complain about her personal life. In fact, she often bragged about her adventures in romance.

“Oh? Someone giving you trouble?” I asked.

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A woman getting her nails done | Source: Midjourney

She smirked, leaning in conspiratorially.

“No trouble at all. I’ve been seeing someone new, a real dreamboat! Smart, funny, successful! And let me tell you, he knows how to treat a lady!”

“Good for you! What’s it like?”

Lily’s eyes sparkled. “Our relationship is UNREAL! I’ve never felt ANYTHING like this before! Not even James compares to him!”

James is Lily’s husband. I’d met him before when he came to her workplace.

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A happy man | Source: Midjourney

“I guess I am an old-fashioned girl, ’cause I could never cheat on my husband, and I’m pretty sure he feels the same way,” I responded.

“Girl, that’s YOUR loss! You wouldn’t believe how romantic he is. Last week, he showed up with flowers just because he ‘felt like it.’ You also haven’t SEEN who I’m talking about, don’t even get me started on his dimples!”

“Uh huh…,” I replied, still not convinced that cheating on Adam would be a good idea.

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An unsure woman | Source: Midjourney

“He’s also a manager at some company. Busy as hell, but he always makes time for me. He’s planning to meet me tonight at that cute boutique hotel across the street while telling his wife he’s working late so we can meet up. I’m counting down the minutes!”

I froze, a strange chill creeping up my spine.

“That’s sweet,” I managed to say, my voice faltering.

Lily didn’t notice…

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An unhappy woman | Source: Midjourney

Dimples? My chest tightened. Adam has dimples. Adam is a manager. Adam was supposed to be working late tonight. I tried to shake off the uneasy feeling clawing at my chest. It had to be a coincidence…

“Well, do you have a picture of this ‘dream guy’? I’m curious,” I asked, hoping to quash my paranoia.

Lily grinned, pulling out her phone.

“Of course, darling! Look at this stud muffin!” she said, pulling out her phone.

My stomach dropped.

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An upset woman looking at a phone | Source: Midjourney

There he was, MY Adam, smiling in the photo with his arm casually draped around Lily. I stared at the picture, willing it to be fake. Maybe I was seeing things. Maybe it was a doppelgänger. But deep down, I knew the truth.

“Wow,” I said, my voice trembling as I lost it inside but kept it together for appearances. “He’s…definitely a catch.”

“Right?” Lily gushed, completely unaware of my turmoil as she placed her phone, still unlocked, on the table.

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A phone on a manicurist’s table | Source: Midjourney

I forced a laugh, but my mind was racing.

“Excuse me,” I said, standing abruptly. I grabbed her phone quickly when she wasn’t looking. “I need to use the restroom.”

Once inside, I splashed cold water on my face, trying to steady my breathing. Adam. My Adam. Cheating with Lily? I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. But as the shock subsided, another emotion took its place: fury.

I wasn’t going to let this slide. I started plotting, and my revenge was going to be served cold tonight at the hotel across the street.

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An upset woman in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

I quickly saved Lily’s husband’s number on my phone, as he was a big part of my revenge.

After I finished my appointment with Lily, I called her husband and told him everything I knew about her affair with Adam. He was as shocked as I was and quickly on board with getting revenge that very night!

Before heading to the hotel together later that night, I insisted we stop at the hardware store. James trailed behind me as I loaded our cart with cans of unwashable paint.

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A woman with paint cans | Source: Midjourney

“What’s this for?” he asked, still trying to make sense of my erratic behavior.

“I figured we could mark the cheaters with it. You’ll see,” I said curtly.

When we arrived at the hotel, James and I stood outside the hotel with our “props,” ready to make the “couple’s” meeting unforgettable.

“Are we seriously doing this?” James asked.

“Watch me,” I said with determination as I marched straight through the hotel’s doors, paint cans in hand!

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An upset woman outside a hotel with paint cans | Source: Midjourney

When I flung open the doors, I expected to catch Adam and Lily red-handed. But instead, I found myself face-to-face with an entrance full of balloons, streamers, and a massive banner that read: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LOVE!”

My jaw dropped. Standing in the middle of the room were Lily and Adam, grinning like a pair of mischievous kids. Behind them were my parents, my sister, and a handful of close friends!

“Surprise!” everyone yelled.

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People at a surprise party | Source: Midjourney

I stood frozen, the paint cans slipping from my hands. “What…is this?” I stammered.

Adam stepped forward, his dimples on full display.

“It’s your birthday party, sweetheart! We wanted to do something special for you seeing as you ALWAYS forget your birthday.”

“Wait,” I said, my brain struggling to catch up. “So…you’re not cheating?”

Adam laughed, pulling me into a hug.

“Of course not. Lily, James, and I have been planning this for weeks!”

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A man at a party | Source: Midjourney

James smiled, and that’s when I finally noticed that he’d joined the others. He stood embracing his wife as Lily chimed in, “You should’ve seen your face! Priceless!”

I burst into tears, overwhelmed with relief and embarrassment. “I thought…”

Adam cupped my face, wiping away my tears.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone that far with the plan. I thought you’d pick up what was happening when I booked your manicurist appointment, but you have to admit, this was worth it.”

It was…

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A happy man | Source: Midjourney

The party was a smashing success, filled with laughter, cake, and heartfelt toasts! By the time we left the hotel the next morning, I felt like the luckiest woman in the world, albeit a little foolish for my earlier assumptions.

As we approached Adam’s car in the parking lot, we saw “CHEATER!!!!” scrawled across the windshield in bright red lipstick.

I groaned, covering my face. “I am so, so sorry.”

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An embarrassed woman | Source: Midjourney

Adam just laughed.

“It’s washable, right? Besides, it’s a good story to tell our kids one day!”

As we cleaned the car together, I couldn’t help but laugh too. If nothing else, this would be a birthday I’d never forget!

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A couple outside by a car | Source: Midjourney

Sadly, Adam’s wife isn’t the only woman to suspect her husband of cheating. Click here to read about a wife who believed her husband was cheating with their son’s fiancee only to discover a much harder truth.

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My 5-Year-Old Was Always Whining Around My New Husband — When I Asked Why, He Whispered, ‘He Said I’m a Problem’

Alice’s son had always been a happy child, but lately, he would shrink away whenever her new husband, Sam, walked into the room. At first, she brushed it off as fussiness. But then, her son told her something about Sam that sent a shiver down her spine.

Being a single mother was never part of the plan.

When I married my first husband, Daniel, I had dreams of building a life together and raising our child in a home full of love.

But fate had other ideas.

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

Jeremy was barely a few weeks old when I woke up one morning to find Daniel gone.

At first, I thought he had gone for a walk or stepped out for coffee. But then I noticed his closet was empty and his suitcase was missing.

His toothbrush was also gone.

I panicked and immediately called his phone, but it went straight to voicemail.

Then, I called his best friend, Chris.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

“Hey, Chris, have you heard from Daniel? He’s not home.”

Silence. Then a sigh.

“Alice, I… I think you should sit down before I tell you what’s going on.”

That’s when I learned the truth.

Daniel hadn’t just left me. He had run away to another country with another woman.

A woman he had been seeing behind my back for months.

I spent weeks in a daze after learning where my husband was. I was unable to eat, sleep, or function properly.

And the worst part was that I blamed myself for everything. Was I not enough? Did I do something wrong? Why did he leave us like this?

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A woman looking outside her bedroom window | Source: Midjourney

But when I finally gathered the courage to face the truth, I realized it had nothing to do with me. He was the one who was selfish. The one who betrayed our family.

And I refused to let his betrayal define me.

Soon, I threw myself into work, determined to give Jeremy the best life possible. My mother looked after Jeremy while I juggled my job.

Slowly, the pain faded, and I started finding happiness in small moments. I found myself laughing at Jeremy’s giggles and adoring the way he called me “Mommy.”

With time, I realized we were doing just fine.

Then I met Sam.

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A man standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

It was a hectic afternoon at my favorite coffee shop. Jeremy was at daycare, and I had just wrapped up a long morning at work.

I reached into my purse to pay, only to realize my card wasn’t working.

“Oh, come on,” I muttered, trying again.

Still nothing.

The cashier gave me a polite but tired look, and I felt the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck. Just as I was about to put my coffee back, a deep voice spoke up behind me.

“Let me get that for you.”

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A woman holding a cup of coffee | Source: Pexels

I turned to see a tall man with warm brown eyes. He pulled out his card and tapped it against the reader.

“Oh no, you don’t have to—”

“Really, it’s fine,” he said with a charming smile. “It’s just coffee.”

I hesitated before sighing. “Alright. But give me your number so I can pay you back.”

He chuckled. “Deal.”

That was how it started. A simple act of kindness. A number exchanged. A text here and there.

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A man using his phone | Source: Pexels

Over time, I learned Sam was an insurance broker. He was two years older than me and didn’t mind the fact that I came with a little boy.

I still remember the day I told him about Jeremy.

“Alice, that’s wonderful!” he cheered. “I love kids.”

For the first time in years, I felt hope bloom inside me. Maybe love wasn’t off the table after all.

We dated for a year before getting married, and Sam was everything I could have wished for. He was attentive and patient and never made me feel like I was “too much.”

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A couple holding hands | Source: Pexels

The best part was that Jeremy bonded with him instantly, giggling at his silly jokes and reaching for his hand whenever we walked together.

That’s when I let my guard down for the first time in a LONG time. That’s when I believed we were finally a family.

But then… my life took an unexpected turn. Never in a million years had I thought I’d experience something like this.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

It all started the day my mother pulled me aside. She had this look of concern on her face.

“Alice,” she began in a hushed tone. “Don’t you see that he’s always whining around Sam?”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Just watch him. Every time Sam’s around, Jeremy looks different.”

At first, I brushed it off as my mother being overly protective. She had always been wary of men after what Daniel did to me.

But later that evening, I started paying attention.

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A boy sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Jeremy was his usual cheerful self when it was just the two of us. He laughed, played, and chatted endlessly about his day at daycare. But the moment Sam walked into the room, something changed.

His shoulders stiffened, his voice quieted, and sometimes he would start crying for no apparent reason.

It made me realize I needed to talk to Sam about it.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” I said later that night.

He glanced up from his phone. “Of course.”

“Have you noticed how Jeremy acts around you?”

“What do you mean?”

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A man sitting in his bedroom | Source: Midjourney

I hesitated. “He… he gets quiet. Sometimes he even cries.”

“Alice, I love that kid,” he said. “I treat him like my own. Why would he—-“

“I know,” I interrupted, unsure if I had offended him. “It’s just… I don’t know.”

He reached for my hand and squeezed it. “Maybe he’s adjusting. It’s a big change for him, right? A new father figure. It’s a lot for a five-year-old.”

I nodded, wanting to believe him. He sounded so sincere. But deep down, something didn’t sit right.

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A woman looking away while talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

A few days later, I picked up Jeremy from daycare, and on our way home, we stopped for ice cream. He sat on the bench beside me as he licked his cone.

“Hey, buddy,” I said gently. “Can I ask you something?”

He nodded while enjoying his ice cream.

“Why do you get upset around Sam?”

His smile faded, and he turned the other way.

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A boy sitting on a bench | Source: Midjourney

“You can tell me anything, sweetheart,” I said, turning him back towards me. “I won’t be mad.”

“I heard Daddy talking on the phone…” He looked at me. “And he said I’m a problem.”

I couldn’t process that.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?”

Jeremy shook his head.

“Yes. He said, ‘Little Jeremy is a problem.’ I didn’t hear the rest because I ran to my room.” He hesitated before asking in a small voice, “Mommy, will he leave like my first daddy?”

Tears welled in his big, brown eyes. I couldn’t bear that.

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A woman talking to her son | Source: Midjourney

I pulled him into my arms, brushing his hair back. “Oh, sweetheart, no. I will never let anyone leave you, okay?”

That night, I confronted Sam.

As soon as Jeremy was asleep, I stood in front of him. “Did you call Jeremy a problem?”

Sam looked up from the couch. “What?”

“Jeremy heard you on the phone. He said you called him a problem.”

For a split second, something flickered in his expression. Something dark.

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A close-up shot of a man’s face | Source: Midjourney

But then, his face quickly smoothed over.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Alice, come on. He must’ve misunderstood. I was talking about a guy at work. His name is Jeremy. You know, we’ve been dealing with a mess of paperwork, and I probably said something in frustration.”

I studied his face, searching for any sign of a lie. “So, you weren’t talking about my son?”

“Of course not. I’d never say something like that about him. I love that kid.”

I let out a shaky breath, nodding. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe Jeremy really had misheard.

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A close-up shot of a woman’s eyes | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll talk to him in the morning,” Sam promised. “I’ll clear everything up.”

And he did.

The next morning, he sat Jeremy down and reassured him that it was all a misunderstanding. My little boy nodded as Sam explained everything. I was relieved to see Jeremy smile.

But when I told my mother about it, she frowned. “Have you ever been to his office? Do you know anyone he works with?”

“I know where he works,” I told her. “I have the address.”

“That’s not what I asked,” she said. “Do you know anyone he actually works with? Have you met any of his coworkers?”

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People working in an office | Source: Pexels

I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came. The truth was, I hadn’t. I had never been to his office or met any of his colleagues.

“Alice, something isn’t right,” Mom said. “You need to check.”

I sighed, shaking my head. “Mom, you’re being paranoid.”

“Am I?” she shot back. “Or are you ignoring the signs?”

The next morning, as I packed Jeremy’s lunch, my phone rang. It was my mother. Her voice was urgent.

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An older woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

“Alice, I checked,” she said. “That address he gave you? There’s no record of him working there. No one’s ever heard of him.”

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

“How do you know that?” I asked in a trembling voice.

“Remember Mrs. Parker? She works there,” my mom replied. “She confirmed, Alice. Sam doesn’t work there.”

At that point, I was sure Sam was hiding something from me. And I had to find out what that was.

That evening, I told Sam I had to visit my mother because she wasn’t feeling well. I told him I’d stay there for a few days with Jeremy.

As expected, he didn’t mind. He told me we could stay there as long as my mom needed.

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A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

Once we were at my mother’s house, I locked the door behind me and sank onto the couch. I needed to know the truth.

Hiring a private investigator wasn’t something I had ever imagined doing, but desperation pushed me into action.

I needed facts. I needed real, undeniable proof of who Sam was.

Three days later, I got my answer.

“It’s worse than you think,” the investigator said as he handed me a folder.

My hands trembled as I opened it. Inside were phone records, financial statements, and a detailed report of Sam’s past.

His entire life was a lie.

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A woman holding documents | Source: Pexels

The office address he had given me? It was fake. There was no insurance company and no coworker named Jeremy.

The investigator had tapped Sam’s phone and uncovered everything. It turned out Sam had been talking to his mother that night, not a colleague.

The investigator told me they were scammers and this was their game.

“He’s been planning to frame you at work,” the investigator continued. “Your job gives you access to financial accounts, right? He’s been setting things up so that if something goes wrong, you’ll take the fall. Once you’re arrested, he gets access to your assets including your savings and your home.”

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A man talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

I gripped the folder as I started to realize how Jeremy was a problem for Sam and his mother. If I went to jail, Sam would either have to take care of him or put him in state custody.

He hadn’t just been scamming me. He had been planning to erase me from the equation entirely.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “What do I do now?”

“Go to the police, Alice,” the investigator said firmly. “As soon as possible.”

I didn’t hesitate.

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A police car standing outside a building | Source: Pexels

With the investigator’s findings, I went straight to the authorities. The evidence was overwhelming.

I found out that Sam and his mother had a long history of conning women. They had been moving from state to state under different identities.

But this time, he had gone further by marrying me. And I guess that was because I had something valuable.

Once I told the cops everything I knew about Sam, they reassured me they wouldn’t let him get away with this. All they needed was a few days to ensure they had enough to arrest him.

I wasn’t there when they took him away, but I heard he didn’t go quietly. He screamed, denied everything, and claimed it was all a setup.

But the evidence spoke for itself.

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A man in handcuffs | Source: Pexels

I will never forget the look on his face as the cops led him away in the courtroom. It was like he was trying to tell me he’d return.

But instead of feeling scared, I straightened my back and smiled while looking into his eyes.

After the trial, I took Jeremy out for ice cream because he was the one who saved me from losing everything. Had he not told me about Sam’s conversation with his mother, I wouldn’t be here writing this story for you all.

I’ll always be grateful to fate for giving me such an intelligent boy like Jeremy.

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A little boy | Source: Midjourney

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