My Husband Cheated On Me, Then His Pregnant Girlfriend Called Me And Said, It Worked
I did my best to push aside the growing suspicion that my husband was cheating. We’d built a life I once thought was solid, yet it felt like betrayal was unfolding behind my back. But little did he know I was two steps ahead.
My name is Patricia, 35, and for years I believed I had a handle on my life and my marriage to Joseph, who’s 40. Lately, though, the little signs had become impossible to ignore.
First, Joseph had become secretive with his phone, keeping it face down or retreating into other rooms to answer calls. His “late nights at the office” were increasing, and he always seemed to come home with his shirt half-unbuttoned, different from his usual, neat self. He would head straight to the shower, leaving a faint whiff of an unfamiliar, feminine perfume on his shirt, which I later discovered had a faint smudge of lipstick.
Determined to get to the truth, I followed my instincts. I had insisted on a prenup before our marriage, which, in the event of infidelity, meant everything would be mine. Armed with a growing conviction, I decided to protect myself and my future.
One day, I caught him with his coworker in our bed. Their excuses were laughable, and soon after, I noticed disappearing messages on his phone from a woman named Amber. Finally, I had a breakthrough when I reached out to Amber. We agreed on a plan—she’d fake a pregnancy to trap Joseph, exposing his deceit.
But just when I thought I had everything under control, I uncovered something far worse. Joseph had forged my signature on documents to secure financial gains. This was my breaking point.
Amber and I set the “pregnancy” trap, and his reaction was everything I expected—he looked horrified. He filed for divorce quickly, thinking he’d outsmarted me. Little did he know, he had fallen into my hands.
Facing him across the table, I offered two choices: sign the divorce papers and leave, or face me in court. Realizing he was cornered, he signed. The satisfaction was overwhelming.
Later, I pressed charges against him for the forged documents. Joseph ended up facing prison time, and in the end, I emerged stronger and more resilient than ever.
If you enjoyed this, here’s another story about a woman who hired a private investigator to uncover her husband’s secrets.
I’m 33, married to James, 39, and we’d planned a life that included children, a move to a larger house, and financial stability. Now that we had achieved those goals, I was ready for the next step—starting a family. But lately, James was acting strangely, always on his phone at odd hours, often with a different scent lingering around him.
The idea of betrayal crossed my mind, and I needed the truth. So, I hired a private investigator, Benson. Over coffee, he gave me a grave warning: “Prepare for the worst.” A week later, however, Benson pulled back, telling me, “We need to drop this. There’s more at hand here, and it’s safer to stop now.”
Shocked, I couldn’t accept Benson’s withdrawal, so I decided to install hidden cameras myself. But to my horror, I found surveillance already hidden in our home. My heart raced, and I began packing, preparing to leave.
That’s when James walked in.
“What are you doing?” he asked, eyeing the suitcase.
“Why are there cameras in our home?” I demanded. To my surprise, James calmly confessed, revealing that he was a Secret Service agent, his “cybersecurity” job merely a cover. The surveillance was for our protection, not to spy on me. He explained that he wanted to move to a desk role, keeping us safe while planning our family.
Relief flooded over me as I laughed, realizing the irony. Our life might not be simple, but at least now, we could live it openly.
What would you have done in my shoes?