I Found Out That the Guy My Wife Is Cheating on Me with Is Covering Half of Our Bills — I Outplayed Them Both
When I discovered my wife’s affair, I saw an opportunity instead of heartbreak. Claire’s infidelity wasn’t a surprise with her late-night texts and secretive phone calls. I didn’t confront her; I relied on her salary to keep us afloat and feared financial ruin from divorce.
One day, I found a crumpled credit card receipt in her jeans, revealing the name Alex M—, a rich guy and her father’s friend. I dug into her old phone and discovered her messages to Alex and friends. She admitted, “I still love Tom, but we needed the money. Alex… he’s just a means to an end.”
I saw a chance and called Alex. “I know about you and Claire. I’m willing to walk away for $50,000.” After some hesitation, he agreed.
With the money in my account, I waited for Claire. “It’s over, Claire,” I told her. “I know about Alex.” She tried to explain, but I only wanted a divorce. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be just fine.”
As I left, Claire sobbed, begging me to stay. I checked into a motel, ignoring calls from both of them. Claire texted, “I’m sorry. I really did love you.” I replied, “I know. But sometimes love isn’t enough.”
Tomorrow was a new day, and for the first time in years, I was looking forward to it.
One day, I found a crumpled credit card receipt in her jeans, revealing the name Alex M—, a rich guy and her father’s friend. I dug into her old phone and discovered her messages to Alex and friends. She admitted, “I still love Tom, but we needed the money. Alex… he’s just a means to an end.”
I saw a chance and called Alex. “I know about you and Claire. I’m willing to walk away for $50,000.” After some hesitation, he agreed.
With the money in my account, I waited for Claire. “It’s over, Claire,” I told her. “I know about Alex.” She tried to explain, but I only wanted a divorce. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be just fine.”
As I left, Claire sobbed, begging me to stay. I checked into a motel, ignoring calls from both of them. Claire texted, “I’m sorry. I really did love you.” I replied, “I know. But sometimes love isn’t enough.”
Tomorrow was a new day, and for the first time in years, I was looking forward to it.
