I never thought I’d follow my spouse. I never dreamed my lover would betray me in a way that shattered my world in seconds.
Nate had always been a kind, loyal spouse who expressed his love in a million ways. After our son Caleb was born, he stepped up, making me proud. He endured late-night feedings, diaper changes, and early morning songs without complaint.
His nighttime walks with Caleb were routine.
He said, “It’s your time to relax,” kissing my forehead as he wrapped our baby. “You spent the day with him. Let me have it.”
He always appeared lighter. Happier. More calm. Fresh air and regularity may have given him stability after the stress of new fatherhood.
On one occasion, he forgot his phone.
As he left, it buzzed on the kitchen counter and displayed a message from an unfamiliar number.
See you soon! ❤️
The chest pressure was harsh, but I swallowed it. Perhaps it was a mistake. Maybe I was paranoid.
I put on my coat and footwear and left.
I ran down the sidewalk, keeping my distance but close enough to see him ahead. The cold air burned my face. All appeared normal at first. He pushed the stroller along his usual path.
He turned left instead of right.
The walk came to a peaceful, tree-lined park portion I knew. It was where people went to hide.
I followed.
Then she emerged.
Tall, slim, dark-haired. Beautifully effortless, making me feel inadequate. She approached Nate like she belonged, like this was her family, and my husband allowed her.
She embraced him. Not a pleasant embrace. A meaningful, prolonged hug.
She looked inside the stroller and grinned.
I felt my heart hit my ribs.
Together they walked. Talking. Laughing.
Akin to family.
I wanted to shout. I wanted to march up and demand answers. My world was crumbling before my eyes, yet I remained stuck.
I considered overreacting. Maybe she was a friend, cousin, or coworker. Maybe there was a harmless reason.
I knew the truth deep inside.
I placed traps.
I swapped the next night before Nate departed. Since Caleb was asleep, I put a weighted doll in the stroller, wrapped like him. I hid a baby monitor under the blanket—small enough to go unseen but sensitive enough to hear every word.
I tried not to cringe as Nate kissed me goodbye.
His voice cracked ten minutes later.
“She doesn’t suspect anything.”
Blood chilled.
Woman’s voice followed. Are you sure? Let’s not rush.”
“She’s exhausted,” Nate remarked. “She only wants to sleep. I could definitely tell her directly and she wouldn’t understand.”
Felt nauseous. My hubby was talking about me like nothing. I felt like a dumb hindrance to his wonderful private life.
Tears burned, but I kept going. I needed more.
“You think it’s time?” she questioned.
Nate sighed. “Not yet. But soon. We must be careful.”
I ignored the rest. I couldn’t.
I switched off the monitor, got my keys, and drove.
No idea where I was going—right away. My head was full with possibilities. Did he intend to leave? Had he moved in with her?
What did that imply for my son?
My hands were trembling when I pulled into an empty parking lot. I couldn’t break. Not yet.
A plan was needed.
After returning home, I pretended everything was usual. Smiled, kissed my son goodnight, and let Nate crawl into bed next me like nothing had changed.
I called a lawyer the next morning.
I contributed during the following few days. I let Nate think he was ahead. I let him lie to me while I gathered proof. Baby monitor data. The texts I found on his unattended phone. The financial transactions were from a new account.
Then I hit.
My divorce petition. I froze our shared accounts. I took complete control of Caleb before he could oppose me.
I gave Nate the folder with every lie, betrayal, and nasty secret he believed he could conceal from me when he got home to find the locks changed and his bags on the porch.
The color left his face.
“You set me up,” he murmured.
I grinned.
“You harmed yourself.”
I didn’t listen to his justifications. It wasn’t necessary.
My kid was born. Had dignity. First time in months, I could breathe.
Betrayals may crack you. Others strengthen you.
This one?
It liberated me.
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