When I found out about David’s affair, I was devastated. We’d been married for ten years, and I thought we were happy. But his late nights at the office and secretive behavior had finally made sense when I found the messages on his phone. The betrayal cut deep, and the anger and hurt bubbled within me, demanding an outlet.

At first, I considered confronting him directly, demanding answers and possibly counseling. But then, a different idea began to form. If he could betray our vows so easily, why shouldn’t he feel the sting of betrayal himself?

Enter Alex, my old college friend who had recently moved back to town. We’d always had a spark, but timing was never right. Now, he was single, successful, and still had that mischievous glint in his eye. When I reached out to him, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was looking for—maybe just a distraction, maybe something more.

Our first few meetings were innocent enough—coffee here, a drink there. But there was an undeniable chemistry between us, and it didn’t take long for things to escalate. One night, after a few too many glasses of wine, I found myself in his arms, and for the first time in months, I felt alive.

I knew I was playing a dangerous game, but every touch, every stolen moment with Alex was a small revenge against David. I felt empowered, reclaiming a part of myself that had been buried under years of marital complacency and deceit.

David’s discovery came sooner than I expected. One evening, as I was getting ready to meet Alex, David came home early. He saw me in a dress he hadn’t seen before, makeup meticulously applied. His suspicion turned to anger when he found my phone buzzing with messages from Alex.

“Who is he?” David demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and fear.

“Someone who treats me better than you ever did,” I shot back, my voice steady. The shock on his face was almost satisfying.

In the heated argument that followed, I didn’t hold back. I told him about the affair, about the nights spent with Alex, about how I felt betrayed and needed to reclaim my dignity. David’s face paled as he realized the depth of his own betrayal reflected back at him.