Ex-wife Revenge

Emma POV Everything was perfect. Everything around me was perfect. The morning started like any other, with the soft hum of the dishwasher in the background and the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. Our home was a sanctuary, a place where laughter and love intertwined seamlessly with our marriage being perfect, a fairy tale that had come to life. It was a laundry day and I had to wash before going to work. I was sorting clothes into piles when my phone vibrated—it was my friend Mia. "Emma, how’s the prep going for your husband's birthday party?" she asked just as I reached for Noah's jacket, the last item in the pile. Balancing the phone against my cheek with my shoulder, I reached into Noah's jacket pockets—a habit I had formed over the years to make sure nothing important got washed. "Noah decided against a banner, so we’ll skip that. But we’re having flowers and some drinks," I replied, my fingers brushing against something cold and smooth in the pocket—a fo

I left my office in a daze, the weight of the day's suspicions pressing heavily on my mind. I drove to my son's school, my thoughts tangled in a web of anxiety and uncertainty. The late afternoon sun cast a long shadow across the parking lot as I parked and made my way to the front entrance. Standing there, I tried to shake off the thoughts of my husband and the nagging doubt that had followed me all day. I needed to be present for my son, to focus on him, and leave my worries behind, at least for a little while. Other parents were milling about, chatting with their children, and checking their phones. I managed a few polite nods to the children saying hi to me, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the morning. The lipstick on his jacket and the hairline on the scarf discovery chipped away at the trust I once had in my marriage. I scanned the crowd until I spotted my son, his backpack bouncing as he ran towards me. His face lit up with a smile that momentarily p

An uneasy feeling washed over me. I hesitated for a moment, then walked over and picked it up. The screen lit up, revealing no lock screen, no passwords. My heart raced when I heard the sound of the door behind my back. I quickly dropped it, causing a small sound. He walked straight to me, trying to take off his shirt. “Thank you for the dinner,” he said, his voice breaking the heavy silence. “You're welcome,” I replied, forcing a smile on my face, but as soon as I left his side, the smile faded away. “I will go and wash first,” he said as he turned his face towards the bathroom. “Okay,” I replied watching as he entered the bathroom. I glanced towards the door, ensuring I was alone. My hands shook slightly as I swiped to unlock the phone. The home screen appeared, and I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I might find. I navigated to his call logs first, scrolling through the familiar name. Then, to his messages, I found nothing suspicious. It took me almost 15