Husband Left Us for His Mistress — My Revenge After Visiting His Mom

My Husband Left Me and Our Kids for His Mistress — I Took Revenge after Visiting My MIL

After discovering disturbing images of her husband, Charles, with his teenage employee, Madison, Hannah is shocked and devastated. Hannah’s life has collapsed and she is at a loss for what to do. However, a visit to her mother-in-law’s provides her with a hidden weapon. Is Hannah going to get her just desserts with this fresh evidence?

I had eyes I couldn’t believe. With trembling hands, I sat in my living room and glanced at my phone.
Everything began a week ago when my friend Sarah told me she had witnessed Charles at a café with a young woman. I dismissed it, assuming there had been a miscommunication.

However, something kept bugging me, so I made the decision to ask Sarah to watch out for me.

Sarah’s reply appeared now, with multiple images attached. When I opened them, I saw Charles walking inside a hotel with his 20-year-old coworker, Madison.
They were clearly intimate with one another as they laughed and held hands.
Charles, how could you have done this to me? To our children?” I muttered, shocked.
He smiled broadly when he stepped through the main door that evening.
He said, “Hannah, what’s wrong?”

I glared at Charles and said, “Don’t play dumb.” His face turned pale as soon as I showed him the pictures on my phone.
“Hannah, I can explain—”
“Explain? Nothing needs to be explained! Madison has been the object of your adultery. For what duration has this been ongoing?”

With his face buried in his hands, he sat down on the couch and uttered, “A few months.”
“A few months?” I let out a gasp. And you were too stupid to inform me? or put a stop to it?”
Charles cast a weary gaze on me. “Hannah, I apologize. I had no intention of it getting this far.”
“I apologize. All you have to say is that?” I was astounded by his casual demeanor. My spouse and the father of my kids was sitting there, casually confessing to his affair.
In a low voice, he declared, “I think we should get a divorce.”

I looked at him, in disbelief. “You don’t even want to give fixing this a go? Battle for us? Our children?” With a broken heart, I asked.
He gave a headshake. “No, Hannah. It’s finished.”
I came to see that our family and our life together meant nothing to him.
After Charles went, everything in my life was lost.

With the kids, I moved into a tiny apartment where we were living hand to mouth. The settlement I got was pitiful—barely enough to meet our necessities. It was a strain to make ends meet each month for the kids, but I had intended to keep things stable for them.
I took my laptop and settled down one evening after the kids went to bed to see if there were any ways I could make ends meet. I began looking for freelance work because my part-time job as a receptionist wasn’t enough to support us.

Something drew my attention as I was browsing the internet. There was a listing for our former marital residence. Curious, I clicked on it, and my heart fell.
Charles had put it up for an absurd price, much higher than its appraisal at the time of the financing order.
“How could he do this?” I whispered to myself, the unfairness still stinging.

Charles had told falsehoods about the house’s worth when going through a divorce. He had played the system so that I had very little left. I was overcome by the unfairness of it all.
He had taken everything, so how was I going to feed our kids?
In an attempt to divert my attention, I grabbed my phone. I froze when I signed onto my social media accounts. Unexpectedly, Madison’s post appeared. When I read it, my heart fell.

In the picture, she was grinning and had her palm resting on a tiny baby bulge. “Excited to announce our new home and our little one on the way!” was the caption. #blessed 👪 💗”
It was unbelievable to me. In addition to moving into a new home, Charles and Madison were expecting a child. The same man who’d abandoned me and our children was embarking on a new chapter in his life, purchasing a home for his mistress and their future offspring.

I was boiling with irritation and rage. How could he have such cold heart? He was ready to embrace another child, how could he ignore his own?
When my daughter Emily inquired, “Mom, are you okay?” she snapped me out of my reverie. Her eyes were being rubbed.
I feigned a laugh. Yes, I’m OK, my sweetheart. Just glancing at something on my mobile device. Did you require any assistance?”

“No, all I felt was fear. Are you alright?”
“Yes, honey,” I replied as I picked her up. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
However, I wasn’t well. I was furious. Charles was prepared to turn his life around and leave me to fight this alone. I was itching for retribution, but I had no idea where to begin.
I gave it all some thought the following morning and went to see my former mother-in-law, Margaret.

I thought she may offer some advice; she had always been kind to me.
Margaret gave me a warm hug and invited me into her comfortable house. It’s wonderful to see you, Hannah. Enter and take a seat.”
I sat down across from her on her cozy couch.
“Margaret, I don’t know what to do,” I said. “While I’m having difficulty supporting our children, Charles is embarking on a new life with Madison, purchasing a home, and expecting a child. And I recently learned that he had misled to the divorce court about the house’s worth.”
Margaret inhaled deeply and met my gaze directly. Hannah firmly responded, “I can’t let him get away with this.” “He needs to learn that his actions have consequences.”
Shocked, I turned to face her. “What do you mean?”

Margaret rose and moved to a small desk tucked away in the room’s corner. She gave it to me after taking out a folder. She declared, “I know he forged those documents.” “And I’ve got evidence. It took me a while to obtain these documents.”
Copies of the original appraisals and sale documents were inside the folder when I opened it. They amply demonstrated the house’s actual value, which was far greater than what Charles had claimed it was worth during the divorce process.
“Margaret, this is amazing,” I exclaimed, catching a glimpse of optimism. “With this evidence, we can prove he lied.”
She gave a nod. “I’ll provide evidence against him. Charles must see how much his actions have harmed the kids and you. He is unable to abandon his obligations.”

My eyes filled with tears. “I’m grateful, Margaret. Without your assistance, I’m not sure what I would do.
She put her hand reassuringly on my shoulder. Hannah, we’re family. Family also watches out for one another. We’ll work together to overcome this.
I was relieved for the first time in a very long time.
Margaret encouraged me to get in touch with my attorney, Stephen, and together we prepared our case for a retrial. The days before the hearing were stressful, but I knew I had to maintain my composure for both my children and myself.
Margaret was at my side when I entered the courtroom on the day of the hearing. As soon as we took our seats, the proceedings got underway.

With accuracy, Stephen laid out our case, describing Charles’s dishonest behavior.
Holding out the original documents Margaret had given us, he remarked, “Your Honor, these are the original appraisals and sale documents for the marital home.”
As you can see, the house’s actual value is a lot more than what was stated during the divorce process. Mr. Nelson has changed these documents in order to mislead my client and rob her of a just compensation.”
Judge Anderson gave the records a thorough inspection. “Mr. Nelson, do you have any explanation for these discrepancies?” inquired the man.
Standing up, Charles’s attorney attempted to defend him. We think there might have been a misunderstanding, Your Honor. My patron—”

Judge Anderson stepped in. “A miscommunication? These documents differ significantly from one another, suggesting deliberate fraud. Such claims are taken seriously by this court.”
Margaret stood up soon after.
She went into great detail about how Charles changed the documents. She confidently stated, “I found these original documents in Charles’s office.” “He misrepresented the house’s value to leave Hannah and the children with almost nothing.”
Charles shifted in his chair, clearly uncomfortable. He yelled, “That’s not true!” but was cut down by the judge’s stern gaze.

Judge Anderson firmly remarked, “Mr. Nelson, please remain quiet while the witness is speaking.”
Stephen continued speaking as Margaret was done. “Given the evidence of Mr. Nelson’s actions, we ask the court to award my client the fair share of the house’s true value, along with additional damages for the emotional distress caused by his deceit.”
Nodding, Judge Anderson took notes.
Not long afterward, the hearing was over, and the decision was due.
Judge Anderson opened his remarks by saying, “The court determines that Mr. Nelson committed fraud after evaluating the facts and hearing the testimony. The house’s genuine value, as well as additional damages for the fraud and emotional distress, are awarded to Ms. Hannah by the court, who finds in her favor. Mr. Nelson’s actions will also have legal ramifications.”
A sigh of relief filled me.

“Hannah, we succeeded. Margaret told me, putting her arms around me, “He’s finally getting what he deserves.”
With tears of appreciation in my eyes, I grinned. “I’m grateful, Margaret. Without you, I could not have completed this.”
I made the decision to post my tale on social media with Margaret’s OK. I wished for people to be aware of the reality and inspired to defend their own rights. Charles’s reputation was completely damaged when the post went viral. He lost everything, including Madison and his new relationship and career!

In the meantime, I came out stronger than before, determined to succeed. I was thankful for my children’s safety and security as well as the unexpected support I received from Margaret.
How would you have responded in that situation?