I never imagined a second job would uncover my husband’s betrayal, but when I knocked over a photo at Vanessa’s house, I realized she wasn’t just my employer—she was the reason my marriage was falling apart.
With mounting bills and a husband withdrawing emotionally, I took a second job as a housemaid. Jack, content with his job and little help at home, never noticed the strain I was under. When finances became tighter, I needed more money, so I found a part-time cleaning gig at Vanessa’s lavish apartment.
The work was easy, and the pay was great, but after a few weeks, I discovered a photo of Jack with Vanessa on a yacht. Everything fell into place—Jack was funding her lifestyle while I struggled.
At home, I started pulling away, doing less for Jack. One night, he confessed he wanted a break. Two days later, he moved out. I knew where he was headed: Vanessa’s apartment. I waited for him there, dressed in one of her gowns, and when he arrived, I confronted them both.
“Welcome home, Jack,” I said, as he stood frozen in shock.
I revealed the gifts Jack had given her, and Vanessa’s other boyfriends, exposing everything. Jack was stunned. “Vanessa, are you seeing other men?” he asked. She admitted it, crushing his illusions. Then, I reminded him of the prenup, which entitled me to everything after his infidelity.
The divorce was swift. I got the house, full custody, and Jack was left with nothing but regret. As for Vanessa, she quickly moved on to her next target, unaware that her maid was Jack’s wife. If she’d known, I might never have learned the truth or left my toxic marriage.
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