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3 Stories About Dirty Cheaters Whose Betrayals Are Discovered in the Most Unexpected Ways

Sonali Pandey
Mar 12, 2024
10:51 A.M.

The smooth operators in these stories thought they were playing the game right, but surprise, surprise – their sneaky moves got flipped in the most epic ways.

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In the tales below, three women share how they caught their cheating partners red-handed. While their men thought they'd never be exposed, fate had different plans.

1. My Husband's Mistress Got Her Revenge on Us

My husband, Michael, and I were staying at the hotel because I was attending some business stuff there. He insisted on accompanying me as the spouses were also included in the free stay. I didn't mind.

I'm out a lot, working on my business, while Michael is usually at home, doing his art. He rarely gets the chance to step out, so I thought it would be a good opportunity for us to spend some time together once my meetings were over. But my husband chose to have an affair with a hotel maid while I was busy working.

If only Michael knew his mistress Lucy's reality, he would've never slept with her. But his lust had blinded him.

As she knocked on our room door, Michael swung the door open and pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately.

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Lucy hated Michael's touch, but at that point, she was only focused on her revenge. She knew she wouldn't have gotten a better chance to get back at us for what we'd done to her.

"I've been waiting so long for Friday when you'd finally come back to me," Michael said, pulling her onto the bed.

"I've been waiting too, my darling. I wish we could do this every day," Lucy replied, despite her disgust.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door interrupted them. Michael answered the door and went pale.

"Surprise!" I yelled, thinking my husband would be happy to see me return early from the presentation. He wasn't.

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"Mary, my beloved wife!" he said in a way that clearly gave it away he was shocked to see me.

"Enough lying. Where is she?" I snapped, pushing past him. I knew cheating was not something new for him.

"I don't know who you're talking about!" Michael said casually. But ignoring him, I approached the en suite bathroom.

"Honey, please tell me what's going on. We should go down to the hotel restaurant..." he said, but I wasn't listening to him.

I flung open the bathroom door but didn't find anyone there. The bed's disarray hinted at Michael's secret rendezvous, but I couldn't accuse him of cheating when I didn't find anyone in our room.

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"See, there's no one here, honey. You're just winding yourself up. The pressure at work has made you distrustful," Michael told me.

I thought Michael was really being honest this time, so I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"If you love only me, prove it," I challenged.

Michael pushed me onto the bed, whispering naughtily. I laughed, but our moment was interrupted by a ringing phone under the bed.

"Whose phone is that?" I asked, pushing his shoulders.

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"Oh, uh... it's mine," Michael replied.

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Desperate, Michael reached under the bed, where the phone had fallen when he and Lucy were busy earlier. Thankfully for him, Lucy handed him the phone from under the bed.

"You see? I just changed the ringtone," Michael said. "That way, I can tell when I'm getting a work call or when my beloved Mary is phoning me."

I sat up, my entire mood ruined. Sensing I was doubting him again, Michael quickly showed me a sticker on his phone. "Remember, you got it for me at a charity fair? I still have it. Honey, I changed the ringtone, but my love for you hasn't changed," he said.

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"It's just strange. I swear I could smell a woman's perfume…" I sighed. I kept feeling like something was wrong, but what?

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"There's nobody here, and there never was. It's probably just the automatic air freshener," he said about the perfume.

I glanced up at the little device attached to the wall near the entrance to the bedroom. "Maybe you're right," I nodded.

Michael tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You just need to get some fresh air, okay? Then, once you feel a bit better, we'll have lunch, and then..." he smiled suggestively, "maybe I can 'convince' you how much I love you later."

"Okay." I smiled a little and kissed his cheek. "I'll go take a stroll around the pool. I'll be right back."

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Later that evening, Lucy was pushing her cleaning cart down a hotel corridor when I ran into her.

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"Hey," I said.

"Hi," Lucy nervously replied.

"How do you like my husband?" I asked, and Lucy went pale.

"I'm sorry?"

"I mean, do you like him?" I asked stiffly.

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"No! I mean, yes...er, no. I meant to say no," Lucy stumbled. "Look, he's just an ordinary guest," she insisted. "We can't have personal relationships with our guests. That could get me fired."

I laughed. "Oh, please relax! I'm just kidding!" But I wasn't. I knew something was up. "Did you see my husband with a guest today or last Friday?" I asked her.

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"I didn't see anyone, ma'am," Lucy replied.

"I need to see the hallway security footage," I said.

"I'm sorry, but hotel policy prohibits that," Lucy declined my request.

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"There's a nice tip in it for you," I offered.

"No, I can't," Lucy insisted.

"Well, in that case, I guess I'll just have to speak to the security guard myself," I said. "I'll just tell them that I... lost my wallet. I'm sure they'll be happy to provide me with a high level of service then."

Lucy panicked. She knew she'd be in even more trouble if the hotel's security staff caught her on camera with Michael. "D-Don't do that. The guard… won't be able to help you. I'll help you," she jumped to offer.

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She made it to the surveillance room with the help of one of her old colleagues and sat before the console while I directed her. "Turn the footage back to around 11 this morning."

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With trembling fingers, she adjusted the security footage to show her pushing the cleaning cart down the hallway. "Nothing special here," she said.

"Let's watch further," I replied, scrutinizing the black-and-white video.

As we watched, Lucy dusted a painting in the hallway, time ticking on the timestamp.

When my phone rang, distracting me for a moment, Lucy discreetly texted Michael. From the concern of my eye, I saw everything and it was then I learned my husband was having an affair with the maid.

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"Yeah, honey?" I answered the phone, stepping aside, pretending like I hadn't noticed anything.

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On-screen, Lucy returned to Michael's door, smoothing her uniform. Michael, seizing the moment, stepped out, kissing her passionately.

Lucy thought I hadn't noticed her and Michael's heated kiss on the screen as I was busy looking for keys in my purse.

I found the keys, and Lucy saw my gaze return to the scene just as she playfully pushed Michael back into our room. "I went into the room across the hallway to clean it. And there you are," she added seconds later, pointing to my arrival at the room.

"You're right," I said and was about to leave when Lucy's phone rang. I noticed she froze.

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"One more thing," I added, and she looked up at me. "Call someone to carry my luggage. I have to leave for a business trip."

I knew Lucy was my husband's mistress the moment I got a whiff of her perfume.

***

Back in the hotel room, Michael's heart raced as his phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen displayed an unfamiliar number, but he knew exactly who it was. The blackmailer. Michael took a deep breath and reluctantly answered.

"Hello?" Michael's voice wavered.

"Michael, my friend. Ready for our final transaction?"

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"Yes, yes. I've got the money," he said.

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"Good. You know the drill. This is the last one, Michael. Make it count."

"I've kept up my end of the deal. After this, you leave me alone, right?" Michael asked.

"If the money's in the right account, you won't hear from me again."

"You'll get it. Just give me a moment," Michael replied.

Ending the call, Michael's hands trembled as he logged into my bank account. He had been siphoning money from me for months, claiming it was for his expenses for his artwork. This time, he needed another $50,000.

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He initiated the transfer, and the phone buzzed again. The blackmailer called back. Michael hated the robotic voice of the blackmailer; they were clearly using a voice modulation app.

"What's taking so long, Michael?"

"I'm doing it now. You'll get your money," Michael snapped.

The blackmailer chuckled ominously. "Remember, this is the last time. If you fail, evidence of your affair will be in your wife's hands."

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"I know," Michael replied, his voice strained. "Once this is done, we're done."

Soon, Michael clicked the final button to complete the transfer. Little did he know that his troubles were far from over.

Moments later, Michael left for a walk and returned to his room after a few drinks. Spotting 'Lucy' cleaning near the bed, he couldn't resist making a move.

"Oh, babe, now that my wife's gone, we have this place all to ourselves," he exclaimed, reaching for Lucy's hip.

Right then, a knock interrupted him.

"Not now!" he groaned.

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"As I was saying," he leaned closer to Lucy, "we have the whole night."

But the knocks continued. After another knock, Michael opened the door, expecting to dismiss the person on the other side of the door. To his shock, Lucy was also at the door.

"Lucy? Then who's in my room?"

He turned around to see me wearing the same uniform.

"Hello, husband!" I arched my eyebrows. My plan to catch them had worked.

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"M-Mary! You look amazing," Michael stammered, again feigning his innocence. This time, I wouldn't fall for it.

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"You're busted, Michael. I know she was under the bed this morning!" I barked at him. "And I've tracked your transactions, and I know you've been sending money to someone! Who is it?"

"Honey, please," Michael pleaded. "Please forgive me. I didn't want to ruin our marriage, and someone was blackmailing me! I love you!"

"Get away, you sick creep! I want you out of here and my life in an hour!" I spat.

In the midst of the confrontation, Michael knelt, begging forgiveness. But now I turned my attention to Lucy. "Time for someone to get fired!" I sneered.

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Despite the threat, Lucy smiled, and then she laughed. I was perplexed. "Ah, I don't really care. My sister Samantha has finally gotten justice. Sometimes life comes full circle," she said cryptically.

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Michael and I exchanged confused glances. Slowly, the realization dawned on us.

Samantha, our ex-maid, was Lucy's sister. They lived in poverty, surviving on meager earnings from Lucy's off jobs and Samantha's underpaid job as our maid. One of those days, in a misunderstanding, I had caught Michael and Samantha hugging in our bedroom, immediately assuming an affair.

Michael could have cleared Samantha's name, but instead, he chose to falsely accuse Samantha of making unwanted advances towards him and dismissed the helpless woman. He did it so he could cover up his real affair with another woman. And I didn't listen to Samantha, either.

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Unable to find another job, Samantha couldn't afford treatment when her health started failing her and eventually lost her child. She was pregnant. She couldn't bear losing her baby, and eventually, she ended her own life. Lucy didn't know how much her sister had been through until, one day, she received Samantha's final letter.

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Michael and I understood Lucy was the blackmailer as she revealed everything. But there was nothing we could do. I wouldn't take Michael back after what he had done. He had lost everything and would have to find a way to keep himself afloat. And I had lost my husband forever.

A few days later, Michael and I discovered Lucy decided to donate the ill-gotten cash to a charity for orphaned children. I was ashamed of what we did.

2. The 'Ghost' in My Son's Life

One day, my son, Jake, was home early from school.

As he entered, he was met with soft tunes of Billie Holiday coming from my bedroom. What he didn't know was that Herman, my second husband and also Jake's stepfather, was there with Jezebel, his mistress.

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"This is so naughty of us! What if you get caught?" Jezebel whispered to my husband, and Herman brushed off the risk, "She's never home this early. We've got all morning."

But then, the front door creaked open. Jake was back. They heard his footsteps and panicked.

"Who is it?" Jezebel asked Herman in a whisper.

"It can't be my wife," Herman said. "She told me she was working late. Quick, get—" But he didn't get to finish as Jake's voice cut him off.

"Herman? Are you here?" Jake asked, entering the bedroom. At that point, Herman knew he could no longer lie.

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"What are you doing at home, Jake?" Herman asked.

"The school sent us home because of a lockdown scare. They thought there was a gunman on campus. Herman, who is this lady?" Jake asked, looking at Jezebel.

And you know what my husband did? He denied Jezebel's presence.

"Jake, you must be seeing things," he said. "You're still scared after what happened at your school."

Jake looked again at Jezebel and said, "But I see a lady right there, Herman."

Herman sighed and then pulled Jake closer. "Hey, buddy," he said, softening a little. "Close your eyes and count to ten. The ghost will disappear if you do that."

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I couldn't believe Herman went as far as telling Jake to close his eyes and count to make the 'ghost' disappear. As Jake closed his eyes, Jezebel hid, and when he opened his eyes, she was gone, leaving him to believe he had magical powers.

"I made her disappear?" Jake exclaimed in joy.

"Of course! You got rid of the ghost. You're a brave young man, Jake," Herman assured him. Then, coaxing Jake to keep the encounter a secret, Herman allowed him unlimited screen time.

But that night at dinner, Jake shared his day, mentioning the 'ghost' he saw. "She was a lady with big, frizzy hair, Mom," he said.

"She?" I repeated, looking at Herman. I knew Herman stayed at home all day as he was looking for jobs. Was he cheating on me? I would soon find out. It's just that it would happen in a way I had never expected.

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"He must be in shock, Grace," Herman told me. "Go watch cartoons, Jake. You're done with your dinner, right?"

After Jake left, Herman kept insisting the ghost was a result of Jake's traumatic school experience. But I knew something was wrong.

"I'll call the school and get Jake an appointment with the psychologist," I told Herman. "Now that you're not working, you can take him to the appointment."

"I'm trying to find a job, Grace!" Herman almost yelled at me. "Don't boss me around just because you support us!"

"I know. But maybe you should spend less time at that Moe's Diner you visit often and help more with Jake," I suggested stiffly.

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Herman didn't say much after that and promised to help me with Jake.

After dinner, as I was tucking Jake in bed, I advised him to talk to the counselor at school. I hoped it would help him understand what was going on.

"Okay, Mom," Jake replied sweetly, wishing Herman and me good night.

"It's for the best that we're taking him to a doctor. My boy's well-being is at stake," I told Herman while we sat in the living room.

Herman again said it wasn't needed, but I was adamant. "I'll make an appointment with the psychologist. And I'm taking Jake there myself since you don't want to!"

So, the next day, I was meeting Dr. Warren, who suggested regular visits to help Jake.

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"Don't worry," Dr. Warren reassured me. "I think what's happening with Jake is a classic case of Kleinian Projective Identification. It involves a child projecting feelings onto another or the world outside, often to make the other person experience what the projector is feeling, causing delusional behavior like Jake's. We can deal with this."

"I just want what's best for Jake," I said worriedly. "If you think you can help him, then we'll do whatever it takes."

I was so scared for my little boy. I just wanted Jake to be fine soon.

After Dr. Warren's appointment, I took Jake out for lunch. When he saw our waitress, Jezebel, he turned pale and started shaking.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked as she left after taking our order.

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"It's a ghost…" he said.

"Oh, baby," I replied. "There's no such thing as ghosts."

That's what Dr. Warren had said. My baby was suffering from a medical condition is what I believed.

But then, Jake insisted, "No, this one is real, Mom! I saw her at her house. Dad told me she's a ghost!"

At that point, I understood what the matter was. Moe's Diner, Jezebel, Herman — things started to make sense.

When Jezebel dropped our food, I said nothing. Jake closed his eyes and began counting.

"It's okay now, Jake, she's gone," I assured him.

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Jake opened his eyes and focused on his ice cream. At that point, it was clear who the 'ghost' in my son's life was. It was Jezebel from Moe's Diner.

"Jake, should we call Herman and ask him to join us for lunch?" I asked. "You think Herman will like it?"

Jake nodded unenthusiastically, and I smiled. "But my phone's dead. I'll ask the waitress if I can use hers. Alright? I'll be right back."

Approaching Jezebel, I said, "Hey. My phone's almost flat. Can I use yours to make a quick call to my office?"

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"No problem. Go right ahead," she said, lending me her phone.

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I dialed Herman's number and got the shock of my life when the caller ID on Jezebel's phone revealed "Loverman." Shocked, I hung up quickly and returned to the table. But now the truth was out.

With a weak smile, I encouraged Jake to finish his food soon. I arranged a playdate for him and went home alone. Settling on the sofa, I reached for my phone and dialed a moving company.

Soon, the movers arrived and packed up Herman's things. When Herman arrived, he was shocked. "Grace, what's going on? What are these men doing with our things?" he asked, baffled.

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I imitated the charade Herman had once played with our son. "Herman, what men? I don't see any men. You must be seeing ghosts. Oh, and to be clear, those are not our things; they are your things."

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Herman's face paled. The tables had turned. His voice quivered, "Grace, you must believe me. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Look, I was wrong, but I—"

"I will never forgive you for what you did to my child," I said, cutting him off. "The time for lies and infidelity is over. You know what you are to me now? A ghost!"

I told him that his stuff was being put in storage because we were no longer living together. "Also, I've been in consultation with Dr. Warren, and we've initiated criminal charges for emotional abuse. The police will be here shortly," I added.

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While Herman was still processing the news, two officers arrived. They informed Herman of his rights and took him away; justice was served.

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I turned to the door, closed my eyes, and counted to ten – my way of making Herman's ghost disappear.

Opening my eyes, I saw Jake, who ran to me and embraced me.

I held him close. The road ahead was uncertain, but we were united and would face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and love.

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3. My Cheating Husband and His Mistress Met Karma

Eager to surprise my husband, Paul, for his birthday, I walked into our home only to find him in bed with another woman, Jane. My jaw dropped, but this was nothing compared to Paul's nonchalance.

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"June, this is my wife, Isabel. Isabel, this is June," Paul said, acting as if nothing was wrong.

My pale face grew paler as Jane, smug and unbothered, greeted me while lounging in our bed. "This is insane!" I yelled, looking back and forth between them.

"Relax," Paul said dismissively.

"That's my robe!" I cried out, pointing to Jane.

"You said you'd be back by seven. It's not even 5:30," Paul deflected, frowning. "You know what? Pick your stuff up and get lost for a couple of hours, alright?"

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But I was frozen.

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"You have 10 seconds to disappear, honey," Jane smirked, chuckling. "You wouldn't want to be here when we continue."

My body snapped out of its trance, and I walked out, knowing I couldn't hesitate any longer. Most of my belongings were still in the bedroom I shared with Paul, but I couldn't bear the thought of returning there. So, I began to pack what little I had in other parts of the house into my suitcase.

As I was zipping up my suitcase, lost in my thoughts of escape, I was startled by Paul's voice behind me. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"I don't know, but I'm leaving you," I said, grabbing my suitcase.

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"What about Julia and John? What will happen to them when I block your card?" Paul questioned. His words were like a slap in the face.

I reminded him of the challenge of explaining his affair to our kids, but Paul cruelly dismissed me, asserting his control and threatening my access to our children.

With a heavy heart, I decided to stay to protect my children. I knew Paul would poison them against me and show off his affair, much to their detriment. But, as soon as I could, I sent John and Julia to a summer camp, away from this mess.

But I was trapped for a while.

Since that day, Paul and Jane blatantly flaunted their romance. "Hello to the wife," he greeted me mockingly as they entered the kitchen one day. I continued my tasks in silence, perhaps whisking a little too rougher.

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"Sweetheart, how are you doing?" Paul continued taunting as he flirted with his mistress. He then asked me to prepare breakfast for three, joking about marrying me for my cooking and ability to remain quiet.

Paul boasted about his business conquests as we ate, trying to provoke me with his success and control. Despite his words, I remained silent.

Tired of my silence, Paul came up with a new idea. "You know what, ladies, I've been thinking. Since we're having such a great time, we should make this a regular affair," he suggested. "Jane should move in."

"What?" I couldn't contain my shock as my fork dropped from my hand.

"Finally, the spectator speaks. What? Is there a problem?" Paul snapped, then turned to Jane. "Now, what do you say, babe?"

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Jane smiled and nodded eagerly.

I knew I couldn't tolerate that. No woman would. So, a few days later, when I was alone, I called a lawyer.

"Mrs. Yeats, I'm sorry, but I cannot take your case," the lawyer, Charles, replied, his tone apologetic yet firm. My heart sank. "Your husband is a mighty and dangerous man. He has connections in high places, some of which aren't entirely legal."

I begged the attorney for something that could help me divorce Paul, and although hesitant, Charles revealed that only something incriminating could help us go through the divorce without repercussions from Paul's connections.

We needed to get him in trouble with the police, and I was determined to do whatever to get out of this.

One morning, after Paul left for work, I seized the opportunity to confront Jane over coffee. At first, I was polite, but Jane knew something was up.

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"Alright, let's not beat around the bush. I know exactly why you're with Paul," I said to her.

"Oh, yeah. Why?"

"Money. You can't deny it, but you know it won't last long," I replied.

"Paul loves me," Jane protested, trying to sound confident.

"Paul loves only himself," I insisted, leaning closer.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Help me. Help me divorce him, and I'll make you rich," I answered. My hands reached for my husband's mistress's, a plea for her understanding as I began to explain what I needed from Jane.

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Jane agreed, but two days later, when I asked Jane if she had obtained anything, she smiled and crossed her arms. Paul joined us and laughed at me.

"You thought I would side with your plan? Do you know what Paul's connections can get me even without his money? Moreover, why should I side with you when Paul loves me?" Jane asked mockingly.

I tried to excuse myself, but Paul grabbed my arm. "Give me a moment with my wife, Jane," he said, pulling me roughly away into another room.

"If you keep planning crazy things, I'll make your life unbearable," he seethed into my ear.

"Please, don't keep me away from my children," I pleaded.

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"Until I decide what to do with you, you're not allowed outside," Paul decreed, locking me in a room and yelling through the door. "Don't try me, Isabel. This is your last chance to keep seeing the kids."

As weeks passed, my situation only worsened. My every move was tracked, and I lived under the constant surveillance of Paul's watchful eye. Jane continued to live with us, flaunting her presence, while I was treated no better than the servant in my home.

When my children returned from camp, I couldn't see them. "Don't worry about them. I told them their mother was sick and sent them to spend time with their grandparents," Paul said calmly. "You'll see them once you learn to behave."

"Paul, why are you doing this? I promise to let you be with Jane if that's what you want!" I pleaded after finishing the dishes one evening.

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"Let me be with Jane? You don't have any authority over me," Paul scoffed. "Besides, officially, Jane is just my assistant who comes over to work overtime. Oh, and pack for my trip tomorrow."

Once Paul and Jane were gone the next day, I devised a plan to escape. After scoring a key card that Jane must have left behind accidentally, I left our big estate. I drove to Paul's office building and people-watched until the end of the business day.

The janitorial staff had a particular closet near the stairwell, and I managed to get in without being noticed. After donning a stolen uniform, I used the elevator to get to the top floor, into Paul's office. Fortunately, no one had stayed behind since the boss was away.

Inside Paul's office, my frantic search was interrupted by my phone. It was Paul. He had to know I had left the house already, so my hands scrambled to find something to incriminate him. Finally, I discovered the office safe, and his password was left on a Post-It note.

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I smirked at it. "ILOVEPAUL" was typical of my cheating husband, but I had no time to waste. I accessed the contents of the safe, took as many photos as possible, sent them to Charles, and ran out of there before someone could grab me.

That will have to be enough, I thought, my heart racing as I ran. But when the elevator doors opened in the lobby, I saw my husband surrounded by guards.

"Take her! She's my wife, and I can attest that she's crazy," Paul declared, raising one finger in my direction. I was trapped and could only close my eyes as I thought about my children, whom I might never see again.

But, just then, police cars surrounded the building, and several cops got out. "Mr. Yeats?" an officer addressed Paul. "You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

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I couldn't understand what was happening until I saw the attorney, who ran toward me. "I should've done more," Charles said, breathless, watching as Paul was taken away. "But I still investigated and asked around. Turns out, one detective was dying for information about Mr. Yeats. I forwarded your photos and told him Paul was hurting his wife."

"Thank you," I sighed, wiping sweat from my forehead.

Jane had just appeared and watched with wide eyes as her meal ticket was taken into custody. Her eyes turned to me, and her upper lip curved. "I should have taken your offer," she said.

I shrugged. "I was lying anyway. You don't deserve that money," I said. "It belongs solely to my kids. Go away."

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Jane scurried off, and I turned to Charles. "Now, it's time to get my babies back," I said, walking away from the building toward my in-laws' house. And I did manage to get them back.

And there you have it, the wild rollercoaster of deceit comes to an end, showing that no matter how sneaky a cheater, the truth always finds its way out.

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