I never imagined that a second job would lead me to discover my husband’s betrayal. It all started when I took a housemaid job to make ends meet. My husband, Jack, had become distant and was contributing less to our finances, claiming his company wasn’t giving out bonuses. I needed extra cash, so I found work with Vanessa, a wealthy woman whose lavish lifestyle seemed worlds away from mine.

The job was simple, and the pay was good. But one night, while cleaning Vanessa’s bedroom, I knocked over a photo frame, revealing a picture of my husband, Jack, with Vanessa on a yacht. I was stunned. As I pieced together clues over the next few weeks, I realized Jack had been supporting Vanessa’s extravagant life while neglecting his own family.

Then, Jack dropped a bombshell: he wanted a break from our marriage. I knew exactly where he was going. That night, I arrived at Vanessa’s apartment before him. When he walked in, I stepped out in a designer gown, catching him off guard.

Vanessa was shocked. I showed her the gifts Jack had bought her and revealed that he wasn’t her only “sweet boyfriend.” As the truth came out, I reminded Jack of our prenup, which ensured I’d get everything in the divorce.

The marriage ended quickly. I got the house, full custody of the kids, and financial security. Jack, left with nothing but regret, learned the hard way not to underestimate a woman scorned.