When I discovered my wife’s affair, I saw an opportunity instead of heartbreak. My plan to cash in on her infidelity led me down a path of moral ambiguity, forcing me to confront the true cost of freedom.
I knew Claire was cheating on me. The late-night texts, sudden work trips, and secretive phone calls were obvious signs. I didn’t confront her because I relied on her income. Divorce would ruin me financially.
One day, I found a crumpled credit card receipt from a fancy restaurant in her jeans pocket. The name on it? Alex M—, her father’s wealthy friend. I realized he was the reason for our sudden influx of cash.
I dug through Claire’s old phone and found messages revealing her affair. Instead of confronting her, I contacted Alex, proposing a deal: $50,000 for my silence and a smooth divorce. He agreed.
With the money in my account, I filed for divorce and walked away, finally free.
