I never imagined a second job would reveal my husband’s betrayal, but when I knocked over a photo at Vanessa’s house, I realized the wealthy woman wasn’t just my employer—she was the reason my marriage was falling apart.
I took the job to make ends meet. With two kids, mounting bills, and a husband who barely contributed, I needed extra income. Jack had always been distant, expecting the house to be spotless, meals ready, and kids quiet while he did little at home. I was juggling my office job, housework, and taking care of the kids, while Jack offered no help.
Things got worse financially, and Jack cut back on his contributions, blaming his job. Desperate, I found a job with Vanessa. Her luxurious lifestyle seemed like another world, but I needed the money. Over time, I learned about her life and began to feel the guilt of hiding this from Jack.
Then, in her bedroom, I discovered a photo of Jack and Vanessa on a yacht, smiling together. Everything fell into place—the late nights, the financial excuses. Jack had been funding her life while I struggled.
I pretended not to know, using my job to gather evidence. I stopped catering to Jack’s needs at home, letting him feel the strain. Meanwhile, at Vanessa’s, I found gifts from Jack and heard her refer to him as her “sweet boyfriend.”
Then, Jack confessed he was unhappy and wanted a break. He moved out, and I knew exactly where he went. I showed up at Vanessa’s apartment, wearing one of her expensive gowns, just as Jack arrived. His panic when he saw me was sweet. I confronted him and Vanessa, revealing the gifts and exposing her many boyfriends.
I used our prenup against Jack, ensuring I got everything. The divorce was quick, and I walked away with the house, savings, and full custody. Jack was left with nothing but regret.
Vanessa moved on to her next target, but she didn’t realize her housemaid was actually the wife of the man she was seeing.
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