When I discovered my wife’s infidelity, I saw it more as an opportunity than a distress. Little did I know that my plan to profit from her infidelity would lead me down a path of moral ambiguity, forcing me to confront the true cost of freedom.
I knew Claire was cheating on me. It wasn’t hard to deduce with all the late-night text messages, sudden business trips and secret phone calls. But I didn’t confront her.
That night I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about Alex and Claire, about our sudden influx of money, about the new car I’d gotten for my birthday. It all made sense now. The next morning, I waited for Claire to leave for work to check her old phone. She had always been careless with her access code. 4673. Our anniversary. Ironic, isn’t it?
What I found turned my stomach.
I stared at the message for a long time before writing a reply: ‘I know. But sometimes love just isn’t enough.’ I hit send and turned off the phone. Tomorrow would be a new day and, for the first time in years, I was looking forward to it.
What would you have done?
I discovered that the man my wife is unfaithful to pays half of our bills