My Ultimate Revenge To Get Rid Of My Cheating Wife!
Chapter 3
Carla cried first.
Then she denied.
Then she blamed loneliness.
Then she became angry.
“You were never here!”
“I was working.”
“You chose those contracts.”
“You begged me to take them.”
“For us!”
“No, Carla. Apparently for you and Kevin.”
She covered her face.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“How long?”
Silence.
“How long?”
“A little over a year.”
The answer hurt even though I already knew.
I thought about missed birthdays. Video calls from airports. Nights sleeping in temporary quarters while I looked at photographs of my family.
Then I asked the question that mattered most.
“Why did you tell Lily to keep him secret?”
Carla’s face collapsed.
“I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You leave our daughter out of it.”
“I know.”
“No. You don’t get to say that now.”
She reached for me.
I stepped back.
“Jack, please. We can fix this.”
Something inside me almost laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because twenty-four hours earlier, I would have considered destroying everything around me. Now I understood something much colder.
The most complete revenge available to me required no violence at all.
I simply had to stop protecting Carla from the consequences of what she had done.
The divorce became ugly.
Kevin disappeared from Carla’s life almost immediately.
Apparently, secret romance was exciting when I was thousands of miles away. It became less appealing once lawyers, financial disclosures, and reality arrived.
Carla called him repeatedly.
He stopped answering.
That hurt her more than I expected.
I felt no satisfaction.
Not much, anyway.
The custody issue mattered most.
I did not try to take Lily from her mother. Sam warned me that weaponizing a child would harm Lily more than Carla.
Instead, we presented the truth: Carla had instructed our daughter to conceal an adult relationship and had repeatedly sent Lily to her room while Kevin visited.
The judge was not impressed.
Neither was the court-appointed family counselor.
We eventually received shared custody, but I was given primary physical custody while Carla completed counseling and rebuilt trust with Lily.
The house was sold.
Carla wanted to keep it, but she could not comfortably afford the payments alone. We divided the equity according to the settlement, paid our legal fees, and went separate directions.
There was no grand courtroom victory.
No judge called Carla evil.
No one applauded me.
Real life is usually quieter than revenge fantasies.
But six months after I found her with Kevin, I moved into a modest brick house ten minutes from Lily’s school. It had a small backyard, an old maple tree, and a kitchen that needed updating.
Lily chose the upstairs bedroom with yellow walls.
“Can we paint it blue?”
“Absolutely.”
“Mom always said painting was messy.”
“Painting is messy.”
She grinned.
“So yes?”
“So yes.”
That Saturday, we painted.
Blue ended up on the walls, floor, my shirt, Lily’s nose, and somehow the dog we adopted three weeks later.
For the first time in years, I was home for something ordinary.
That realization hurt.
I had spent so much of Lily’s childhood earning money for a future that I had forgotten childhood itself was temporary.
So I made another decision.
I stopped taking long overseas contracts.
The pay cut was substantial.
I didn’t care.
