After years of marriage, these women were forced to confront shocking truths about their husbands. They learned secrets that had been kept hidden for years and had to reevaluate everything they thought they knew about their relationships.
In the quiet of long-term marriages, secrets often fester beneath the surface. The truth came crashing down for these three wives when they uncovered startling revelations about their husbands. Scroll down to find out what happened next.
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I Found Proof of My Husbandโs Affair in My Sisterโs Coat, but It Was Just the Tip of the Iceberg
The day before Christmas was a rare and special occasion. My mother, who never seemed to have a spare moment away from her demanding job, had miraculously freed up her schedule to host the family dinner.
โWell,โ she cheerfully said as she set down a platter of cookies, โI finally sent my assistant Mark on that trip Iโve been planning for him. The poor man has been swamped with work all year.โ
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โMark?โ my sister Sofia asked, stirring something on the stove.
โOf course,โ my mom replied. โHeโs handling some business for me first, but then heโs free to explore. I told him, โYouโre a single man โ use this trip to meet someone.’โ
She laughed as if matchmaking her assistant was the most natural thing in the world.
Max, my husband, glanced up from where he was stringing lights around the windows. โDo you ever give anyone a real vacation, Anne?โ
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โNot when thereโs work to be done,โ Mom playfully shot back.
The house buzzed with activity. My grandmother sat by the kitchen table, peeling oranges for mulled wine.
โWeโre out of cinnamon,โ she announced abruptly, waving a wooden spoon in my direction. โYou canโt make good mulled wine without cinnamon.โ
I sighed, wiping my hands on a dishtowel. โFine, Iโll run to the store.โ
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On my way out, I grabbed a coat from the hook by the door โ Sofiaโs oversized camel-colored one.
โLucy,โ Sofia called from the stove, โyou better not lose my coat!โ
I rolled my eyes. โItโs just a coat, Sofia. Relax.โ
As I slid my hands into the deep pockets, my fingers brushed against something crinkly. I froze, pulled it out, and it was a folded receipt.
Curious, I opened it. A necklace. Luxurious, judging by the price.
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The date on the receipt made me pause. Last Tuesday. That was the same day Iโd called Sofia to confirm our dinner plans. Her voice had been low, almost hushed.
Sheโd told me she was at a jewelry store and couldnโt talk.
Iโd brushed it off at the time. Sofia had always been secretive about her elusive boyfriend, never telling the family much. But thisโฆ this didnโt feel right.
My breath caught as I read the signature at the bottom. It was my husbandโs signature.
Max? But how? Why is his name on a receipt for an extravagant necklace hidden in my sisterโs coat?
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Christmas had arrived, filling my motherโs house with an almost magical warmth. Cinnamon and pine scents drifted through the air, making everything feel cozy and perfect.
Perfect for everyone but me.
I sat in the corner, absent-mindedly swirling the drink in my hand as I watched Sofia and Max.
I noticed everything. The way their eyes met for just a moment too long. The fleeting smiles they shared when no one else was looking.
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Then there was the disappearing act. First, Max slipped out of the room, muttering something about needing to grab his phone. A few minutes later, Sofia casually excused herself to check on the pie in the kitchen.
When they didnโt return, I couldnโt sit still any longer. I followed them into the hallway, flattened myself against the wall, barely breathing as I strained to hear their voices.
โโฆIโm pregnant,โ Sofia said. โAnd I donโt know how to tell Lucy.โ
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Pregnant?! Sofia and Maxโฆ together? My husband and my sister. It canโt be!
My legs felt like jelly as I made my way to the front door, needing to escape the suffocating warmth of the house.
As the cold evening air hit me, my mind screamed that what I heard wasnโt true. But my heart told me it was.
While walking away from the house, I came up with a plan to expose them. I couldnโt let Max and Sofia keep this a secret.
I stopped at a nearby store and grabbed a few things before heading home.
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When I reached back home, I realized no one had even noticed Iโd been gone for hours.
I sat silently at the dinner table, watching everyone else enjoy the evening.
โLucy, youโre so quiet!โ my mom said, glancing over at me. โYouโre not feeling sick, are you? We canโt have you missing Christmas!โ
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โIโm fine, Mom,โ I said flatly.
โWell, cheer up,โ my grandmother chimed in. โDid I ever tell you about the time I almost met Frank Sinatra?โ
โAlmost?โ my dad teased. โEvery year, it gets closer. By next Christmas, youโll be married to him.โ
Everyone laughed except me.
Sofia grinned. โOh, come on, Lucy. Itโs Christmas Eve! You used to love this.โ
I locked eyes with her. โOh, donโt worry. Iโm about to make things very merry.โ
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Without waiting, I pushed my chair back and walked to the tree.
โGift time,โ I said, grabbing the two boxes I had prepared earlier. โI thought Iโd start the fun a little early.โ
โCanโt we wait until dessert?โ my dad asked.
โNope. This canโt wait,โ I replied, placing the first box in front of Sofia.
โFor me?โ Sofia asked.
โGo on, open it,โ I smiled.
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Everyone leaned forward as she opened the box. The baby cradle gleamed under the lights.
Sofia froze. โWhatโฆ what is this?โ
โOh, you know,โ I said lightly. โA little something I thought you might need soon.โ
โWh-What are you talking about?โ she stammered.
โLucy,โ my mom interrupted. โIs this some kind of joke?โ
โNo joke.โ I turned to Max and handed him the second box. โNow, this one is for you, dear husband. I hope itโs the right size.โ
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Max opened the box cautiously. His face flushed bright red.
โDiapers?โ my mom asked, completely confused.
โWell,โ I said, โmaybe my gifts arenโt as exquisite as the ones my husband buys for my dear little sister.โ
With that, I reached into my pocket, pulled out the receipt, and flung it across the table toward Max. It landed right in front of him.
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My motherโs hand paused mid-air with her fork, my grandmotherโs brow furrowed in confusion. Sofia froze, while Max looked like heโd just been caught red-handed.
โLucy, Iโฆโ Sofia stammered.
โGo on,โ I said, folding my arms. โIโm dying to hear this explanation.โ
Before Sofia could form a coherent sentence, Max abruptly stood up. His hand darted into his pocket, fumbling as he pulled out a small jewelry box.
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โLucy. I bought this for you.โ
โFor me?โ
โYes. Itโsโฆ itโs always been for you.โ
โAnd I helped him choose it,โ Sofia added quickly. โAs a thank-you for supporting me when I needed help.โ
I slowly opened the lid and found a necklace inside.
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โOh, Max, how beautiful!โ my mother exclaimed, clasping her hands together dramatically. โButโฆโ She paused, her face scrunching in confusion as she turned to me. โI still donโt understand. Whatโs with the baby things, Lucy?โ
Before I could answer, Sofia blurted out, โMom, Iโm pregnant.โ
โPregnant?โ Mom repeated, her voice an octave higher. โOh, Sofia, why didnโt you tell us?โ
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โAnd whoโs the father?โ I asked coldly, my eyes narrowing as I stared at Max.
Before Sofia could reply, the doorbell rang. My mother stood up and walked toward the door.
When she returned to the room, she wasnโt alone. Standing beside her was her personal assistant, holding a bouquet of roses.
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โWhat are you doing here, Mark? I sent you on a trip for the holidays!โ Mom said.
Markโs gaze shifted past her and landed directly on Sofia. โI already have someone, Mrs. Turner. The only woman Iโve ever loved.โ
Sofia gasped. But instead of running to him, she bolted for the hallway.
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โShe must be headed to the bathroom,โ my mother said. โMorning sickness. I remember those days. Being pregnant is not for the faint of heart.โ
โPregnant?โ Mark repeated. โSofiaโs pregnant?โ
Max stood, finally breaking his stunned silence. โYes, sheโs pregnant. And itโs yours, Mark.โ
Markโs mouth opened, but Max continued. โShe told me because you disappeared for a week. She didnโt know what to do and needed someone to confide in. So, she trusted me to keep it a secret until she was ready.โ
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Just then, Sofia emerged from the hallway, her face still pale but determined.
โMark,โ she said softly. โI was terrified. I thought Iโd lost you. Max was justโฆ someone I could trust when I didnโt know what to do.โ
She glanced at me and offered a faint smile. โAnd, as a thank-you, I helped him pick out your necklace.โ
โOh,โ I said, exhaling a sharp breath as the pieces finally came together. โI found the receipt, thought it was for Sofia, overheard about the pregnancy, andโฆโ I winced. โAnd I let my imagination run wild.โ
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โMom,โ Sofia added, shaking her head. โYou sent Mark away without knowing any of this.โ
My mother raised her hands defensively. โI didnโt know! I just thought he needed a vacation! How was I supposed to guess all this?โ
Mark crossed the room, wrapping Sofia in a warm embrace. โIโm so sorry I left you in doubt,โ he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. โI asked you not to tell anyone about me because I didnโt know how your mom would react. But none of that matters now. I love you, Sofia. I want to be with you โ both of you.โ
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Max pulled me close, his hand resting on my shoulder. โAnd I promise no more secrets, Lucy. Not ever. I should have told you from the start.โ
When we all sat down again for dinner, laughter filled the air. The clinking of glasses and the joyful chatter returned, stronger than before.
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My Husband Avoided Traveling with Me for 17 Years โ I Came Back from Holiday Early to Learn Why
I sat on the couch, scrolling through pictures from last yearโs family trip โ just me, my parents, and my siblings. My boys werenโt in any of them. Mike always insisted they stay home with him.
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Ethan climbed onto my lap, peering at the photos. โMom, can we go to the beach this summer? Please?โ
โYeah!โ Ben said, looking up from his Lego project on the floor. โLike, a real beach. Not just the lake.โ
I smiled and kissed Ethanโs hair. โWeโll see.โ
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Planning a vacation was always bittersweet. I loved the adventure, the sun, and the memories I made with my parents and siblings. But every time for the past 17 years, leaving Mike and the boys behind weighed on me.
โWhy donโt we ever go, Mom?โ Ben asked. โDad says vacations are just for grown-ups.โ
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โThatโs not true,โ I said softly.
โBut he always says no when we ask,โ Ethan added.
โHe justโฆโ I hesitated, struggling to find the right words. โDadโs not a big fan of traveling. But weโll figure something out.โ
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The truth was, Mike didnโt just dislike traveling; he actively resisted it. Every time I brought up a family trip, heโd shoot it down with a vague excuse.
โItโs too expensive.โ
โYou donโt need to take the boys. Theyโre too young to remember it anyway.โ
โItโs better if they stay here with me.โ
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Eventually, I stopped asking. Arguing about it never got us anywhere.
When my mom called a few weeks later, her voice was both excited and uncertain.
โLauren, Iโve been thinkingโฆ I want to take the whole family to the Virgin Islands this summer. One last big trip while I can still do it. The kids should come too.โ
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The Virgin Islands. Her favorite place in the world. She and Dad had gone there every other year until he passed. I knew this wasnโt just a vacation for her. It was a way to create memories with her grandchildren while she could.
โMom, that sounds perfect,โ I said. โIโll talk to Mike.โ
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โDonโt let him stop you,โ she said gently. โThe boys deserve this, and so do you.โ
That evening, I brought it up while Mike and I were cleaning up after dinner.
โMom wants us to go to the Virgin Islands this summer,โ I said.
He didnโt look up from the plate he was drying. โThatโs far.โ
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โItโs her favorite place. Sheโs been talking about taking the boys there for years. This might be her last chance to go with them.โ
He sighed. โAnd what happens when the boys get bored or tired? Whoโs dealing with that?โ
โTheyโre old enough to handle a vacation, Mike,โ I said firmly. โAnd theyโll love it. Theyโve been asking to go somewhere new for years.โ
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โThen take them.โ
I blinked, unsure Iโd heard him right. โYouโre okay with me taking the boys?โ
โSure,โ he said. โMaybe, Iโll think about going myself.โ
For a week, I held onto a little bit of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Mike would surprise me and decide to join us. But when I mentioned the flights, he shut down completely.
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โI didnโt realize youโd have to fly,โ he said, his voice tight.
โMike, itโs the Virgin Islands. Of course, we have to fly.โ
โIโm not comfortable with that,โ he muttered, his hands gripping the edge of the counter.
โItโs one flight,โ I said. โYouโll be fine.โ
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โI said no, Lauren,โ he snapped, turning away.
This time, I refused to let him hold us back. I booked the tickets for myself and the boys.
The flight was a new experience for the boys, and they were full of questions. โHow high are we going?โ Ben asked. โDo the pilots ever get lost?โ Ethan wanted to know. I answered as best as I could, their excitement making me laugh.
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When we landed in the Virgin Islands, the boys bolted down the beach, their laughter echoing in the salty air. My mom hugged me tightly.
โIโm so glad you brought them,โ she said, her voice thick with emotion.
โI am too,โ I admitted, watching the boys chase each other along the shore.
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The days were packed with building sandcastles, snorkeling, and family dinners filled with stories and laughter. But at night, when the boys were asleep, I couldnโt shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong.
Mikeโs calls were short, his tone distracted.
โEverything okay at home?โ I asked one evening.
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โYeah,โ he said. โJust busy.โ
โBusy with what?โ
โWork. Stuff.โ
His clipped answers made my stomach twist. After we hung up, I stared at the moonlit ocean, the weight of our growing distance pressing down on me.
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The boys were asleep when I made my decision. I stood on the balcony of our rental, the sound of waves crashing below, and dialed my mom.
โI think I need to head back early,โ I said, staring into the dark water.
Mom was silent for a moment. โIs everything okay?โ
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โI donโt know,โ I admitted. โMikeโs been actingโฆ strange. Distant. And the phone calls arenโt helping.โ
โYouโve done the right thing bringing the boys,โ she said gently. โTheyโre having the time of their lives. You can trust me to keep an eye on them. Go do what you need to do.โ
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On the flight home, my mind was racing. I replayed every tense conversation, every sharp glance, every excuse heโd given over the years to avoid vacations. I thought about the silence that had grown between us, the kind of silence that made you wonder if it was still worth fighting for.
Had I missed something? Was there a deeper reason for the way he acted? Or had we simply drifted too far apart?
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The knot in my chest tightened as the plane landed. I couldnโt shake the fear that I was about to face something I wasnโt ready to confront.
I walked through the front door and froze.
Mike was sitting on the couch with a woman I didnโt recognize. She looked up, startled, but didnโt say a word.
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โWhatโs going on?โ I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
Mike stood up, his face pale. โLauren, this isnโt โโ
I held up my hand. โDonโt. Just donโt.โ My chest was heaving, and my hands were shaking. โI leave for a week, and this is what I come home to?โ
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โItโs not what you think!โ he said, stepping toward me.
โThen what is it?โ I shot back. โBecause it sure looks like youโve been having a grand old time while I was gone.โ
The woman stood. โI think I should go,โ she said softly.
โNo,โ Mike said firmly. โStay. Lauren, this is Dr. Keller. Sheโs my therapist.โ
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โYourโฆ therapist?โ
โYes,โ he said. โI know this looks bad, but please, let me explain.โ
I crossed my arms, my heart still pounding. โStart talking.โ
โIโve been seeing Dr. Keller for a few months now,โ he began. โI didnโt tell you becauseโฆ I didnโt know how to. I was embarrassed.โ
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โEmbarrassed about what?โ I asked, the anger giving way to confusion.
He sighed. โLauren, Iโm terrified of flying. Iโve been since I was a kid. The first time my parents took me on a plane, I had a panic attack at the airport. They just told me to โsuck it upโ and stop being dramatic. I was seven years old, and I never forgot how that felt. I was afraid the boys would panic too if you took them on a plane this young.โ
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I stared at him, stunned.
โIโve been hiding it from you,โ he continued. โEvery time you brought up a trip that involved flying, I panicked. But instead of admitting it, I just fought with you. It was easier to make excuses than to face the fear.โ
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Dr. Keller spoke up. โMike asked me to come here today because heโs been working on overcoming his phobia. He wanted to show you how far heโs come and share this with you.โ
I looked at him. โWhy now?โ
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โBecause Iโm tired of missing out, Lauren,โ he said, his voice breaking. โI hate that you and your family go on these amazing trips without me. I hate that Iโve been too scared to be part of it. And I hate what itโs done to us.โ
โBut youโฆ you shouldโve told me,โ I said softly.
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โI know,โ he said. โI just didnโt want you to think I was weak.โ
I shook my head. โMike, this doesnโt make you weak. It makes you human.โ
We sat in silence for a moment before I reached for his hand.
โWhat happens now?โ I asked.
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โI keep going to therapy,โ he said. โAnd I work on it. So maybe, by next summer, I can be on that plane with you and the boys.โ
My heart softened. โWeโll do it together,โ I said.
Man Who Left His Wife of 47 Years Begs on His Knees for Her Forgiveness Months Later
โDivorce? John, tell me youโre not serious! And what did you say? You want a fair share?โ I exploded, shifting unsteadily in my chair as my husband announced he was โtiredโ of his monotonous life and wanted to live like a free man.
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John smirked. โOh, Nicky! Itโs not like you didnโt see it coming. Come on. We both know thereโs nothing left between us. I donโt want to waste my remaining years sulking around. I want to live, be free, and maybe even find someoneโฆ SO YES, IโM DIVORCING YOU.โ
โAnd you think I will let you off the hook so easily? You wish, John!โ I snarled. โYou want to live like a free man, donโt you? Well, guess what? I am not going to sign the divorce papers, and you are not getting a single penny, let alone any share!โ
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โYou canโt do that, Nicky! If you donโt sign the papers of your own volition, I will compel you to the point where you will have to!โ
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I laughed. โOh, poor Johnny! What will you do? Bring a mistress home? Those young girls youโve been playing around with? They wonโt clean and cook for you like I did, John! I looked after you for 47 goddamn years! I raised our children by myself while you slept on the living room couch after work, drank beer, and went out with friends. And you think youโre going to get away with it? Never!โ
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โWell then,โ John paused, looking at his wristwatch. โI donโt think I have a way out. I am leaving for a trip to Mexico in one hour. And I guess Iโll be away for six months. I completed all of the bookings, and, well, I used up nearly all of the savings we had in our joint account.โ
My heart stopped. โWhat? How the hell did youโฆThat had my savings too, John! How dare you use it without discussing it with me?โ
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โI knew you would create a ruckus over divorce Nicky. And so, thatโs how I had it planned!โ
With that, John went to our bedroom, packed his stuff, and left our house, leaving the divorce papers behind. โIf you donโt want to live with the consequences of your decision, sign it as quickly as possible. Otherwise, your life will be nothing but hell from now on!โ he added before leaving.
I broke down in tears as I watched him walk away.
Sure, John hadnโt been the best partner ever, but Iโd only recently discovered that he was sleeping with women much younger than him who didnโt want anything serious but just a nightโs stand.
And so, he tried to get rid of me and divorce me.
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But I didnโt want the divorce.
After our son and daughter moved out, I had only John beside me. And so, even after discovering his infidelity, I kept quiet, thinking things would improve, but alas, it did not.
John finally declared he wanted to divorce me. But I had made up my mind I wouldnโt let him slide. Not this time, John! You are not getting away with it!
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Three months laterโฆ
I was sitting in the living room, sipping raspberry tea, munching on chocolate chip cookies, and continually checking my watch when I heard the doorbell ring.
My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw John at the doorstep. โWhat are you doing here? Arenโt you supposed to be in Mexico?โ
โOh, Nicky! I am sorry, I am so sorry for what I did!โ he begged, getting on his knees. โPlease forgive me. I was wrong to leave you. I shouldnโt have done that.โ
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I was stunned. โJohn, whatโs the matter? Okay, calm down. Letโs go inside and talk, alright?โ
โOh, Nicky! Where do I even start? I met this young girl, Maddison,โ he began once weโd settled inside. โShe was gorgeous, and I thought she loved me. We spent two months in Mexico togethe but she was a con! She robbed me! She took all my money and everything!โ
โWe were living in her modest apartment in Mexico together. She made me do everything for her, including cooking and cleaning. She had two children, and I even babysat them since I felt she loved me. But every nightโฆโ he cleared his throat.
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โWe never slept together because every time her kids would come into the room and sheโd make an excuse and leave with them. She said she would marry me, but it was all fakeโฆ she was just after the money!โ
โOh, dear!โ I gasped, struggling to hide my smile. โThatโs terribleโฆterribleโฆYou know whatโฆ.โ I had started to speak when the doorbell rang.
โJust a minute, John. Let me see whoโs there,โ I said as I walked to the door.
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โWhoโs there, Nicky? Whatโฆ What are you doing here?โ John was taken aback when he noticed Maddison on our porch. โNicky! Sheโs the one! Sheโs the one who robbed me!โ
Maddison and I exchanged glances and burst out laughing.
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โAll right, John! I know everything. Meet Mandy โ or as you said โ Maddison. She is my friendโs daughter. A single mother of two who helped me gather evidence against my infidel husband!โ
โI had warned you, John, that you would regret it! I tracked down your hotel using Facebook and called Maddison for help. This was all a trap, honey, and Iโm so glad you fell for it!โ
โWhat?โ John exploded. โYou did all of this on purpose?! You will regret it, Nicky! You will!โ
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โNo, John,โ I yelled. โYou will be the one at a loss this time. Take your luggage and leave my house immediately! And yes, Iโm divorcing you, you jerk! And Iโll see to it that you donโt get a single cent! So get up and leave! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!โ
John took his luggage and left the house, mumbling something I didnโt care about.
I thanked Mandy for her help, and we enjoyed a cup of delicious raspberry tea on that chilly morning, laughing about how well our plan worked out.
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A few months later, John and I were divorced, and when our children learned about what had transpired, they took my side and ridiculed their father for stooping so low.