My Husband Cheated on Me While I Was Postpartum – I Pretended Not to Know, Planning to Hit Him Hard with My Revenge
I thought my husband and I were on the same page when we conceived our first child together, but he chose our baby girl’s birth as the reason for his infidelity. Little did he know I found out and played him, pretending to still be in love with him until I could drop the real surprise!
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Right after I gave birth to our only child, I found out that my husband had been sneaking around with a mistress. The truth shattered my heart into a billion pieces when I discovered the truth, finding myself tangled in a web of betrayal and pain.
I thought we had a healthy and happy marriage until I started noticing the late-night calls, secretive outings, and general changes in his behavior.
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What broke my heart the most was that he strayed while I was postpartum, a time when our family should have been basking in the joy of our new addition. Instead, I was left grappling with a hurt that seemed insurmountable.
I was able to confirm his infidelity when I pored over what felt like a thousand texts between him and his side chick, trying to figure out WHY. Like, what did she have that I was missing?
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While I was trying to work, take care of our little one, and maintain a happy marriage, he was finding love and joy in the arms of someone else. I don’t want to lie… I was livid! I felt betrayed, but anger was the main emotion fueling me.
Then a wild idea hit me!
I decided to secure a life for myself and our baby girl by buying an apartment where we’d love together. I also moved our money around so I could have access to it when needed without him being aware.
I also spoke to a lawyer and prepared to get sole custody or shared if it came down to that.
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However, I had a bigger and more elaborate plan than what I already did. I started morphing into every little thing he’d been daydreaming and texting her about. His messages to her started drying up.
When I read how he loved seeing her wearing “her short miniskirt with the cute little heels,” I incorporated that into my look. When he mentioned liking the way she “lightly touched his forearm when they conversed,” I started mimicking that behavior.
Ironically, he never asked me about these changes but just became more interested and invested in me.
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He spoke of feeling alive, desired—a contrast to the life we had woven together. It pained me to see him find solace in another when I had poured every ounce of my love into our union.
And then, the moment I’ve been biting my nails for happens… he breaks it off with her! My plan had yielded the results I wanted, leading him to tell her he loves me!
My husband cut things off with his mistress and was finally mine, but it was a bittersweet victory.
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Relief washed over me, yet the seed of my plan had already taken root. Preparation for my divorce was underway, a final act of defiance against the hurt that had been inflicted upon us both. He was unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon, a storm that would break in the serene setting of a restaurant, under the guise of a romantic evening.
So, when our anniversary came, I pretended to still be in love with him and planned this super romantic dinner at a restaurant where I invited him as my date. He’s all sparkly-eyed, totally excited, looking at me like I’m the only woman in the world.
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That night, as we sat across from each other, I played the part of a loving wife to perfection. Laughter and tender glances were exchanged, a facade of normalcy that belied the tumult within me.
At one point, I asked him to pose for this photo, you know, “for the memories…”
…And then his face went ghost-white the second I unveiled the culmination of my plans: Divorce papers slid across the table!
I TOOK THIS PHOTO OF MY HUSBAND MINUTES BEFORE RUINING HIS LIFE.
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His eyes widened, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over him. “Is this some kind of joke?” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
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“No joke,” I replied, my voice laced with a resolve that surprised even me.
“I know everything, about her, about the lies. It’s over.”
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“But, I…I thought we were happy,” he managed, his words tumbling out in desperation.
“We were until you decided that wasn’t enough,” I said, standing up, the chair scraping quietly against the floor. “I deserved better. Our child deserves better.”
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He reached for my hand, but I pulled away. “Please, can’t we talk about this? There has to be another way,” he pleaded.
“There was. It was called trust,” I answered, turning away from the table, from the life we shared, from the man I thought I knew.
The shock that rippled through him was palpable, a stark contrast to the composed demeanor I maintained. His face, a canvas of confusion and hurt, mirrored the turmoil I had wrestled with in solitude. The photographs, now haunting relics of a happiness that was no more, served as a testament to the depth of my resolve.
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As I walked away from that table, the weight of my decision settled around me. It was a choice born of pain, a necessary end to a chapter that could no longer sustain us.
The relief I had expected to feel was mingled with a profound sadness. Yet, amid the tumult of emotions, there was a flicker of hope. Hope for healing, a future unfettered by betrayal, and the strength to rebuild from the ashes of a love that once was.
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In the end, it wasn’t just about revenge or the satisfaction of catching him unawares. It was about reclaiming my life, about setting boundaries for the respect and love I deserved. As I stepped into the unknown, with my child by my side, I knew that no matter how daunting the path ahead might be, we would navigate it together, with our heads held high and our hearts open to the promise of new beginnings.
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In a similar tale, a wife discovered her marriage was a lie during a vacation:
Alice’s tale is stirred by secrets and lies. Imagine, if you will, a life seemingly lifted from the pages of a fairy tale, with Alice, her devoted husband Tom, and their daughter, Sarah, living a dream punctuated by laughter and love. On the surface, everything’s picture-perfect – until her husband’s surprise vacation to the Maldives reveals cracks in the facade.
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Their Maldivian adventure starts like a dream, with romantic beach dinners under the stars, but soon, Tom’s incessant phone calls cast a shadow over paradise. Alice’s discovery of Tom’s deception – telling another woman that she was dead – turns the dream into a nightmare.
The plot thickens as Alice, reeling from the revelation, decides not to play the victim but to craft a cunning plan of retribution. Her strategy unfolds over a dinner designed to expose Tom’s betrayal, under the guise of forgiveness and new beginnings.
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The dinner, intended as a celebration, transforms into an arena where truths are unveiled, leaving Tom grappling with the consequences of his actions. Alice’s encounter with Amanda, the other woman, reveals a twist of fate, turning a moment of personal betrayal into an opportunity for empowerment.
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In the end, Alice steps away from the wreckage of her marriage, embarking on a journey of self-discovery and healing, with Sarah by her side. Her story, while steeped in betrayal, is ultimately a testament to resilience, the power of the truth, and the courage to rebuild.
It’s a vivid reminder that even in the aftermath of deception, new beginnings can be forged, shaped by strength and the will to move forward on one’s own terms.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Husband Routinely Ridicules Jobless Wife for Being Idle, Discovers a Note Following Her Ambulance Departure
A man ridicules his unemployed wife, only to come home one day to find her gone. In her search, he discovers a note revealing she intends to divorce him. Can he stop her from doing so and save their marriage?
It was a bright, cold October morning, and Harry was excited about his gaming app presentation, a project he had poured himself into for the past six months.
As the clock struck eight, Harry entered the dining room, preoccupied with his phone, barely acknowledging his wife, Sara, and their sons, Cody and Sonny.
“Morning, honey,” greeted Sara.
“Good morning, Daddy,” the boys chimed in unison.
Ignoring them, Harry grabbed a toast and rushed back to his room.
“Sara, where’s my white shirt?” Harry’s voice boomed from the room.
“It’s in the wash with the other whites,” Sara replied.
Harry stormed into the dining room. “That’s my lucky shirt! I needed it for today!”
“I didn’t have enough whites for a full load until now. You have other white shirts!!”
“This is a big day for me, and you’re making excuses?” Harry retorted.
“You’re overreacting, Harry. Your presentation is what matters. It’s just a shirt. So stop barking, alright?”
“Oh really? I’m barking? You wanna do this now?”
“Do what, Harry? You’re making a scene for a stupid little thing. And nobody would be interested in what color shirt you’re wearing when all eyes would be fixed on your goddamn presentation.”
“A goddamn presentation? Come again…Did you just say that? Do you have any idea how I’ve been busting my butt off day and night for that project?”
“Watch your words. The kids….”
“You sit at home all day doing nothing,” Harry blurted out. “Is it too hard to remember one simple thing? All you do is Blah Blah Blah and NOTHING at home.”
“Harry, stop this. The kids are watching. You’re scaring them.”
“Oh really? And nobody watches you when you’re on the goddamn phone gossiping all the time with your friends. Nobody watches that, huh, Sara? You can never be a good wife if you can’t do even a simple thing for me!”
Harry dressed up in a random suit and stormed out of the house, grabbing his briefcase.
After a successful presentation and bagging the promotion, Harry anticipated an apology call from Sara – something she always did after their fights. But this time, there were no calls.
Thinking he would win her apology anyway, he returned home with white roses but found the apartment empty. A note from Sara on the table read, “I want a divorce.”
Confused and worried, Harry called Sara’s sister, Zara, who informed him that Sara was in the hospital. Harry rushed to the hospital, only to face an angry Zara. “You told her she was not ‘wife’ enough for you?”
“Look, we’ll talk about this later, alright?”
Harry rushed to meet the doctor. “Doctor, is my wife alright? Can I see her?”
“It was a mild attack. She’s out of danger. But she needs to take care of her health now. Go ahead and only ten minutes coz she needs to rest.”
Harry shakily walked into the ward, trying to force a smile as he approached Sara.
“Honey, I’m sorry. Please, let me explain. I—”
“I don’t wanna hear anything. I’m done. Divorce is the only thing I want.”
“Wha-What? Why…You’re taking it too far, alright?”
“I had ambitions, plans… I chose you over every opportunity, and it ruined my life,” she said. “It’s too late for your
“Honey, please. We can work this together,” he pleaded.
“No, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be fake to myself. To you. And to the kids. I’m 32, but I feel like a crone. I just hate you, Harry. You’re so disgusting.”
“What about the kids, Sara?”
“I’m in a tough spot to provide for them…So they’re staying with you.”
Harry spoke no more and stormed out of the hospital to pick up his kids from Zara’s house.
At home, he ordered pizza and ice cream for dinner. After tucking the kids into bed, he called his friend Alex, who suggested that Sara might have just cracked up and would be home soon.
The next morning, Harry’s kids awoke him, and as soon as he looked at his watch, he knew he was late! In the morning chaos, Harry burnt the French toast and his shirt while juggling the kids’ school preparations.
“Oh, no, the toast,” he exclaimed, rushing to salvage the breakfast.
“Daddy…Daddy, what’s happening?” the kids asked amidst the chaos.
“It’s just the smoke alarm. Don’t worry,” Harry reassured them, but things only got worse.
He had an important meeting, and he was getting late. “I’ll quickly get ready, and let’s grab something nice to eat on the way to school, yeah?”
He dropped the kids off at school and arrived late at the meeting. “Sorry! Traffic, you know….”
When he returned home in the evening, Harry found signs of Sara’s absence more evident. Her belongings were gone. “Did she leave me for real?” he wondered, overwhelmed.
“Daddy, what happened to Mommy’s pictures and her things?” the boys asked.
Harry, clueless, called Zara.
“Is this some kind of a joke, Zara? Your sister came here. Took all her things. And left me? With the kids?”
Zara coldly informed him, “She’d told you, hadn’t she, Harry? You took my sister for granted.” And then the line went blank.
Five months went by without Sara. Harry struggled to balance work and parenting, and his work performance declined.
One day, his boss, Mr. Adams, invited him for a beer. At the pub, Mr. Adams brought up Harry’s recent work issues.
“Harry, we’ve noticed you’ve been missing deadlines and coming in late. And we’re a business…If you know what I mean,” Mr. Adams said.
Harry, trying to lighten the mood, joked, “So, you plan to let your best game developer go?”
Mr. Adams was also Harry’s friend, and Harry could’ve never prepared himself for what happened next.
“I’m afraid, yes,” Mr. Adams replied seriously. “It’s out of my hands. I’ll give you good recommendations.”
“What? Please, don’t do this! I need this job for my kids.”
Mr. Adams remained silent, leading Harry to storm out in frustration. As he walked away, his phone rang. It was Sara.
“Sara?” Harry said, surprised.
“Harry, can we meet for a quick chat at five? At the café where we first…?” Sara asked.
At a café, Sara met with Harry to discuss their children. She revealed she had been in therapy and now wanted custody.
“Custody?? How dare you? After you left us?” Harry fumed.
“Harry, I’m their mother. I have rights,” Sara insisted.
“You abandoned them, and now you want to take them away? They’re used to me now,” Harry argued.
Sara was determined. “I deserve to have them back. I’ll see you in court.”
Days later, Harry, now adept at managing household chores and balancing a new freelance gig, prepared breakfast for his sons.
“Daddy loves you,” he kissed them goodbye and dropped them at school before heading to the custody trial.
“Mr. Wills, can you please tell us about your attention to your family while you lived together with my client, Miss Sara?” Sara’s lawyer asked Harry.
“Well, I did my best to provide for my family. I worked long hours. Overtime sometimes. I kept myself busy because I wanted to make sure they had everything they needed,” Harry said.
“That’s what most responsible family guys do, right?! And what about your wife’s ambitions? Did she want to build her own career?”
“Before we had our kids…Yes, she did want to work. But after that, she stayed home to look after the kids and the household.”
“Well, looking after the kids…the family…cooking, cleaning. So basically, your wife has been your cook. Your children’s nanny. Your wellwisher. And did you insult her, saying she did nothing at home?”
“I did. Yes, it was an outburst. I was late for office and—”
“Mr. Wills, were you fired from your job? Why were you fired exactly?”
“Objection, Your Honor. This is utterly irrelevant and immaterial to the case,” Harry’s lawyer rose.
“Objection overruled.”
“Thank you, Your Honor!” added Sara’s lawyer. “Mr. Wills, why were you fired from your job?”
After a momentous pause, Harry looked into Sara’s teary eyes and opened up. “Because I couldn’t balance my work and parental duties. I tried, but it was too much. But I didn’t give up. I would never give up on my kids. I love them.”
“Mr. Wills, how are you managing now? How do you intend to support your kids…without a job?”
“I have a job. I can support them well.”
“Be specific, Mr. Wills. What job and what’s the salary?”
“It…It’s a part-time freelance gig. I’m a video editor.”
“Mr. Wills, I admire your confidence despite your climbing down the career ladder! I’m sure you make nothing much like you used to in your previous job, right?” the lawyer added ironically. “A freelance job. Low salary. And raising two kids in today’s recession. Well…That’s all, Your Honor.”
Sara was then called up to the box as Harry’s heart started pounding.
“Ms. Sara, can you please tell us about your life with your husband…I mean, soon-to-be ex-husband?” Harry’s lawyer asked. “Did he ever refuse to give you money or care for you in any way?”
“No…Not at all. He was always generous with our finances. We never had any issues with money.”
“Did Mr. Wills ever raise his hands on you or the kids? Has he ever come home drunk and misbehaved at home?”
“No, he never laid a hand on us. My husband. Sorry. Mr. Wills has never come home drunk.”
“Your husband has taken care of you. You even agreed on that. He’s never laid his hands on you. Then why did you leave him and the kids?”
“I had a nervous breakdown. He was always busy. He would come home and sit with his laptop, barely asking me if I was sick…happy…or sad. I tried to cope. But I couldn’t do it anymore and left. I didn’t want my kids to struggle with me as I wasn’t emotionally stable at that time.”
Harry slowly started to break on the inside, and those words hit him like a bag of bricks.
“Ms. Sara, where were you these six months? What were you doing, and how will you care for the kids?”
“I was in Chicago at a friend’s place. I wanted to be away from everything and everyone for a while. Then I moved back to Boston…got a job as an interior designer.”
“What’s the guarantee you won’t have another breakdown and won’t abandon the kids again?” the lawyer broke Sara’s silence.
“Objection, Your Honor. This is baseless and….” Sara’s lawyer chimed in. “My client, Ms. Sara, has come for the children’s custody. Why would she leave them again?”
“Order…Order.”
“I won’t do it ever again. My children are my world. I’ll be there for them and never let anything like that happen again.”
And two hours later, the verdict was announced, and Sara was granted custody of the kids.
“….Mr. Wills, you’ll have the right to visit your children and take them with you two days a week. You’re required to pay $860 as support to your children every month. This case is now closed.”
Soon, the day arrived when the kids would go with Sara. She arrived, sad to separate the kids from their father but happy to have them back. As she was leaving with her two sons, her elder one stopped her.
“You’re just tearing us apart,” spoke Cody as he let go of Sara’s hand and bolted to Harry.
“We want both Mommy and Daddy!” added Sonny.
This was it. Sara could no longer hold herself back. She bolted in their direction and hugged them.
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