My husband’s cheating turned me into a woman who went above and beyond to make him and his mistress pay.

After more than a decade of what I thought was marital bliss, in a twist of fate, I discovered the truth about my husband. Read what made him and his mistress call me, begging me for MY help!

Living in the aftermath of discovering my husband’s infidelity was like trudging through a never-ending storm. My name is Maya, 54, and Steven, 55, and I have been for nearly two years.
All along I thought we were all happy and on the same page until I accidentally discovered he was cheating on me.

Living in the aftermath of discovering my husband’s infidelity was like trudging through a never-ending storm. My name is Maya, 54, and Steven, 55, and I have been for nearly two years.

All along I thought we were all happy and on the same page until I accidentally discovered he was cheating on me.

One day he was in the shower when a message came through on his phone.
I absentmindedly picked up the device and read it.

Okay! Before you all jump to conclusions, I was NOT snooping! Steven’s and my phones were the same, and we’d gotten them about two days before. So the messaging and ringtones were still the preset ones. The message my husband received read:
“Can’t wait to meet up with you later for dinner. But dessert is the part of the menu that I most look forward to.”

My husband was taking a quick after-work shower because he allegedly had a “work meeting” with clients later on. In my denial, I took the number down. I decided to call the person who texted before confronting Steven or assuming the worst.
I acted normal when my husband, all dressed up and smelling good, said, “I’ll be late coming home. Don’t wait up for me, okay?” He kissed me goodbye, and as he drove off, I watched him through the window.
I dialed the number that had texted him earlier.

It turns out the person was a woman, a 22-year-old named Stella, who dared to insult me over the phone. I was the fool in the situation because she was fully aware that she was tearing my marriage apart!
Her words, sharp and unforgiving, haunted me: calling me an “ugly fat witch!” “I had a look at your social media profile picture, and I now understand why Stevie is cheating on you!” I was too shocked to respond as I tried to process the gall of this young woman who continued saying:
“You should also consider smiling less. When you do, your wrinkles pop out along with the ones on your dried-up forehead!”

She didn’t even give me a chance to respond as she said, “Thanks for the call, grandma. OUR MAN has been good to me for the past four years. Gotta go, meeting him in a few. Cheerio!” The phone went silent, and her words were a confirmation that my husband was off to meet her.
I was both furious and heartbroken to hear the truth. What I thought was a happy marriage was all a lie. I couldn’t help but cry as it all sank in. Despite the pain, I knew I had to rise from these ashes, stronger and more determined.

The decision to divorce my husband of fifteen years was agonizing but necessary. But I couldn’t just walk away—not without ensuring they understood the gravity of their actions! My revenge? It was calculated and cold and would change our lives forever!
On the day of my payback, I indulged in a small act of kindness towards myself. I had a piece of decadent chocolate to uplift my mood. With the chocolate melting on my tongue, I drove to Steven’s workplace.
What was going to be super sweet about my revenge was that I knew my ex-husband cherished his job, especially after getting the promotion he’d always wanted.