I Wanted to Teach My Husband a Lesson for Cheating on Me, but Life Punished Me Instead

Bethany’s world collapses when she finds a love note in her husband’s jacket, suggesting his infidelity. Shattered, she plunges into a quest for revenge, threatening the family she holds dear.

My name is Bethany. I had everything: a loving husband, Noah, and two wonderful kids, Darcy and Jake. Each day felt like a blessing, until one mistake ruined it all.

One Friday afternoon, during a deep clean, I discovered a note in Noah’s jacket. It read: “I will never forget Friday night. You were the best! I love you! I hope you will still divorce her and we will have the children we dream of!”

Devastated, I couldn’t confront Noah directly. Instead, I sought solace in a bar, where I met Mark. One thing led to another, but before I could escape, Noah tracked my phone and found us.

Amidst the chaos, I realized the note was a lie, planted by Noah’s jealous coworker. Now, I must mend the wounds my mistrust has inflicted.

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