Unmasking My Cheating Wife

s sobs were the onl

esearch agency in her hands. It was a rejection. Not just a rejection, but a notification that her sp

ck with tears. "I did everything right. My grades, the

s the capstone of her academic career, the final, shining piece of her Ivy League applications. She had wo

rmer than I felt. I steered the car toward the age

esigned to look expensive and important. The manager, a man in a tig

ly registered me. He was focused on Emily. "I'm so sorry

received an acceptance letter two months ago. We paid the deposit.

s desk. "As the letter stated, there were administrative reallocations. A

d. "You mean you sold h

e a private institution. We have to consider our financial viability. A very generous benefac

hter earned her place based on merit. You're tel

"The world runs on generosity, Mr. Williams.

wed by a teenage girl who was practically his twin. He was dressed in flashy, designer clothes that screamed new mo

it," the manager said, his face light

e and finalize everything for my little genius here." He winked at the

his lips. "Having some trouble?" he asked, his voice dripping with mo

wiping her eyes. I put a

ving," I said thr

"There was also a request to change the program's destination. The benefactor felt a

now?" Emily asked,

chimed in, grinning. "Very remote. Very... character-building.

adn't just taken her spot; they had twisted the knife,

esk toward Kevin for his signature. "Just need

ng, far more than the program's original cost. But that wasn't wha

early under "Payer"

w

who was supposed to be at a spa retreat for the week. My Sarah,

ed into a dull roar in my ears. Betrayal wasn'

flourish. "My girl Sarah takes care of every

friend is richer than your whole famil

ecretive phone calls, her vague explanations for large credit card bills, her sudden insis

ing with cold, precise rage. I opened my banking app, navi

Will

s a button:

esse

she had access to. A confirmation message

with Kevin's. A slow, cold

g?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm.

d man. You should try to be happy for your betters." He ta

loved our quiet, simple family life. How she admired my principles of hard work a

e her greed and deceit. The spa retreat, the loving words, t

ably thought your little straight-A's actually meant something. That's cute. Some people are jus

outh to retort, "You think you're better than me

oulder. I stopped her not to protect Lily, but to save

eipt back to the manager. "

a card machine. He swiped the card. A

the quiet office. The screen fla

That's strange. Let me try aga

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replaced by a flicker of confusion. "What

a bead of sweat on his forehea

omping her foot. "Dad, what's going

im satisfaction. I imagined Sarah, probably getting a facial, her phone buzzin

pulled out his

it was answered