3 Stories about Cheaters Who Faced Karma

When we got home, it felt hot inside. “Is it just me, or is it really warm in here?” Daniel wondered aloud.

“I’ll check the thermostat later,” I said, dropping my bag.

Then, we heard water running upstairs. “Did you forget to turn off the tap?” Daniel asked.

“No, I always make sure they’re closed,” I replied.

Suddenly, I noticed Daniel’s expression change. He seemed nervous. “Honey, I left my laptop in the car; could you fetch it for me?” he asked, his voice strained.

I hesitated, not keen on going back outside, but Daniel persuaded me with a promise of a special treat. “You know, we could stay awake till morning. Netflix and chill?” he suggested with a smile.

I couldn’t help but smile back and agree to fetch his laptop. It had been some time since we’d made love, and I was excited. As I left, Daniel hurried upstairs. I wondered briefly about the running water but dismissed it as I stepped outside.

But I found no laptop in the car. Confused, I went back inside. “Daniel, your laptop isn’t in the car. Where did you leave it?” I called out. He appeared on the stairs.

“Honey, I-I flooded the bathroom and bedroom!” he stammered, panicking. “It’s a mess. Don’t go up there. Let’s sit down. I’m in shock.”

I was taken aback by his dramatic reaction. “Daniel, please, you’re scaring me now,” I said, trying to make sense of his words. “Are you sure the bathroom and bedroom are flooded? I don’t see any water leaking from upstairs. I’m going up to take a look.”

Daniel seemed desperate to stop me from going upstairs. “I’m sorry, Elizabeth,” he said tremblingly. “I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, and I didn’t want to burden you with it. Just don’t go upstairs.”

But his words only fueled my suspicions. I went upstairs despite his protests and found no sign of flooding. “See, Dan, no flooding. Are you alright?” I asked, genuinely concerned for his well-being.

“I must be stressed,” Daniel said, looking troubled. “Maybe I left the faucet on slightly. That’s why the floor is wet,” he quickly added.

I sensed something was off but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Fine, you go and fix yourself a drink,” I said, still worried about his erratic behavior. “Just take it easy, Daniel; this is not normal behavior. I’ll be right back, need a shower.”

“Okay, I’ll go relax with a drink and order food. You have your shower, then join me, okay?” Daniel proposed, seemingly relieved.

I agreed and headed to the shower. As I undressed, I noticed a toiletry bag on the towel rack that wasn’t mine. Inside, I found a toothbrush, razor, and skin care products that clearly belonged to another woman.

The shock hit me like a wave. The truth about Daniel’s behavior suddenly became clear. The investigator I had hired couldn’t provide concrete evidence of his infidelity, but I had hoped that the scare would make Daniel reconsider our marriage. Clearly, I was wrong.

Feeling betrayed and heartbroken, I contemplated my next steps. It was then the wet footprints leading to the spare room caught my eye, further confirming my suspicions.

I followed the trail and discovered a pink bath towel peeking from the closet, undeniable proof of another woman’s presence in our home.

With trembling hands, I approached the closet, dreading what I might find. I couldn’t bring myself to open the door, overwhelmed by the betrayal. I sank onto the floor, my back against the closet.

Tears streamed down my face as I spoke to the empty room.

“I thought we had the perfect marriage,” I confessed to the silence. “I tried my best to save this marriage. I thought I was brave enough to face his infidelity. But I’m not, I think. You must be more attractive than me…”

It was then the closet door slowly opened, and Sophia, Daniel’s mistress, stepped out, looking just as shocked as I felt. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice filled with regret. “I didn’t know he was married.”

Her apology touched me. She seemed sincere and genuine. “It’s not your fault,” I told her.

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