Finding a burner phone in the toilet tank led me to uncover my husband’s affair. With the help of friends and family, I orchestrated a public confrontation that left him exposed and humiliated. But the real question remains: will this be the end, or just the beginning of my revenge?
Cleaning the bathroom on a mundane Tuesday evening was never fun, but it had to be done. As I scrubbed the toilet, I noticed the water kept running after flushing.
Annoyed, I opened the tank to check. Wrapped in a plastic bag was a cheap burner phone. My heart raced as I dried it off and turned it on.
“Password,” I muttered. Easy guess, our wedding date. It worked.
My hands shook as I scrolled through the text messages. The sender: Lola. Explicit conversations between her and my husband, Matt, filled the screen.
I felt sick reading about their plans to meet at that fancy downtown restaurant on Friday night. I dropped the phone, almost breaking it, but caught it just in time.
“Jenna, you got this,” I whispered to myself, trying to keep calm.
Carefully, I wrapped the phone back up and replaced it in the toilet tank. I made sure it looked undisturbed before leaving the bathroom. As I walked into the kitchen, I encountered Matt, who was rummaging through the fridge.
“Hey, babe, what’s for dinner?” he asked, glancing up.
I plastered on a smile. “Thinking of making pasta. How’s work?”
“Busy,” he said, kissing my cheek. “Lots of meetings this week.”
“Friday too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Yeah, another late one,” he replied, not even looking me in the eye. I nodded, pretending to believe him.
As soon as he left the room, I texted Nicole and Tara, my closest friends, and Lucas, my brother who’s a lawyer. We met up that night at Nicole’s place.
Nicole poured the wine. “What’s the plan, Jenna?”
“Revenge,” I said, feeling the anger rise again. “But I need it to be smart.”
Tara shook her head, furious on my behalf. “Men are such pigs. We need to catch him red-handed.”
Lucas, always the calm one, nodded. “You have to protect yourself too, Jenna. Know your rights. This could get messy.”
We spent hours brainstorming. By the end of the night, I had a plan. Lucas gave me a quick rundown of what to say if things went south legally. I was grateful he had my back.
Friday came quicker than I wanted. Matt left, claiming it was another work meeting. “Good luck,” I said with a fake smile, my stomach churning.
The moment he was out the door, I grabbed my phone. Kelly, a friend who worked at the restaurant, had already secured a table right next to Matt’s. She sent a text confirming the reservation.
“Showtime,” I muttered, putting on my best dress and heading out.