I Answered a Call That Exposed My Husband’s Hidden Life — Here’s What Happened

I Got a Call from an Unknown Number and Overheard My Husband Say, ‘My Wife’s Cooking and Cleaning Toilets While I’m Here with You, My Love’

I didn’t think anything was wrong when my husband informed me he had to go to a business party until I got a call that stopped me cold! The following day, I packed his belongings and grabbed my car keys to confront him after hearing what was on the other end of the call!

I should know my spouse, Brian, like the back of my hand after ten years of marriage. However, I discovered this week that ten years of marriage cannot protect you from betrayal or the joy of witnessing karma strike the right blow!

It began rather casually. Brian had a rare spring in his step as he sang a tune as he entered the room on a Thursday night. “Big news!” he declared. Tomorrow night, the company is hosting a work party as a way to foster teamwork. exclusively employees.

After kissing my forehead, he let his briefcase fall to the ground.

“Don’t bother about attending; it will be dull. Only small conversation and numbers discussion.

I arched an eyebrow.

Partying wasn’t exactly Brian’s style. I dismissed his notion that watching golf on TV was enjoyable.

“Fine by me,” I answered, already rushing through the chores for tomorrow.

Brian was sweeter than normal the following morning. To be honest, it’s too sweet. “You know you’re amazing, right?” he whispered as he approached me from behind and put his arms around my waist while I was preparing breakfast.

“What’s all this?” I laughed as I asked. “Trying to earn brownie points?”

“Maybe.” The white blouse with the bothersome button that constantly came loose was his favorite, and he handed it to me.

“Could you please iron this? Oh, and could you prepare lasagna while I’m away? The one that has more cheese on it? You are aware of my affection for it.

“Anything else, Your Highness?” I made fun of it.

“Actually, yes.” He looked smug as he winked. “Would you please clean and organize the restrooms? I like the place clean, you know. “And just in case… guests, you know, it wouldn’t hurt to get them spotless.”

I chuckled along with it, but I rolled my eyes. Despite all his diva wants, I believed my spouse was harmless despite his peculiarities. I wish I had known.

I immersed myself into my chores that day. The washing machine churned, the vacuum buzzed, and the house smelled of lasagna in the oven. For a time, things felt… normal, and I was entertained by my cleaning soundtrack.

I was so absorbed in my job that it wasn’t until my phone called that I realized the day had passed.

I briefly considered ignoring the unknown number because I didn’t want to be bothered. Nevertheless, I picked it up. “Hello?”

All I could hear at first was commotion, music, and muffled laughter. I scowled, suspecting a practical joke. Then I heard the voice of Brian. As clear as day…

With a sarcastic tone, he asked, “My wife?” “She’s most likely cleaning toilets and cooking. She is really predictable! My love, I’m here with you in the interim.”

My stomach dropped as I heard a woman giggling.

My world tipped on its axis, and I froze with the phone held to my ear. The line then stopped working. A single address appeared in a text message a second later. Just a place, no words. Although I didn’t recognize the address, I had a gut feeling that I did. This was not a celebration for work. This wasn’t innocuous.

As I gazed at the TV, my heart raced. For a little minute, I wondered if this was genuine. Was this really how vicious Brian, my Brian, could be?

I refrained from crying. Not quite yet. Rather, without hesitation, I grabbed my keys, threw on a coat, and drove directly to the address. I turned off the lasagna so it could wait. Brian was in for a surprise if he believed I would remain at home like a stupid idiot!

I couldn’t take the chance of not knowing whether my husband was truly cheating on me, even though I realized that this could all be a prank or something entirely innocent. I had to go see for myself as a result. I found a stylish Airbnb on the opposite side of town thanks to the GPS.

The location exuded “luxury,” with its opulent entrance, glistening windows, and immaculate landscaping. I could see a group of people laughing and drinking inside the beautiful cars that were parked in the driveway.

As I looked at the faces, my stomach rumbled. Perhaps I was going to get the surprise of my life, or perhaps Brian was. Let’s see in a moment. “Can I help you, ma’am?” a doorman asked as he blocked my way to the door.

“Hi, yes, I just came to drop something off for my husband quickly,” I pretended to smile as I pointed to the toilet brush and cleaner in the pail I was holding. The doorman looked at me and then at my bucket, bewildered.

I clarified, “Look, he’s the tall guy in the white T-shirt,”

Although he didn’t seem to be persuaded, the doorman moved aside to let me in because he believed I wasn’t dangerous. With a bucket in hand and an untidy appearance after cooking and cleaning, everyone turned to gawk at me.

Then I caught sight of him.

In the center of the room, my spouse stood with his arm slackly wrapped around a young lady wearing a tight red dress. He was laughing and drinking champagne like he had no worries in the world, and he looked more vibrant than I had seen him in years!

I wanted to run to him and let loose, but I also muttered to myself, “Be smart. Don’t just respond. Make it matter. Brian saw me very immediately. He stepped back, almost dropping his drink, and his face became pale!

He stumbled, “Emily?” and drew away from the woman beside him. “What… what are you doing here?”

I said, “Hi, sweetheart,” loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. “You left something at home.”

Bewildered, Brian blinked. Rubber gloves, a toilet brush, and a bottle of toilet cleanser that I had brought with me were all taken out of the bucket.

“Since you like talking about my cleaning skills, I figured you might need these to clean up this mess you’ve made of our marriage.”

The crowd echoed with gasps. With a humiliated expression, the red-clad woman stepped away from Brian. I wasn’t finished, though.

I turned to face the room and remarked, “You know,” “Brian enjoys playing the devoted husband at home. He is more interested in playing house with whoever boosts his ego, though, as you can see.

“Emily,” Brian whispered in a low, frantic voice. “Can we go outside and talk?”

“Oh no,” I snapped back. When you were making fun of me behind my back, you showed no concern for my privacy. Why begin now?

I faced the audience, speaking to them as if they were a theater audience.

“Everyone, have fun at the celebration. Just keep in mind that he will cheat on you if he cheats on you.

Then, with my heels clicking on the marble floor, I dropped the bucket close to his feet and left. However, my phone buzzed once more as I got to my car. The same unidentified figure.

The message said, “You deserve to know the truth,” “I’m sorry it had to be this way.”

I shook my hands while dialing the phone. I came to the realization that I had never thought to ask who had tipped me and why. Was it a lady Brian had cheated on who was now feeling vindictive? Or would it be that someone want him for themselves?

Hell! It might have been the lady Brian was seeing, attempting to sabotage things so she could get him for herself.

Shortly after the phone rang, a woman picked it up. “Hello?”

“Who is this?” I insisted.

“My name’s Valerie,” she said after a moment of silence. “I… used to work with Brian.”

“Why are you doing this?”

She responded, “Because someone had to,” with a hint of annoyance in her voice. “I’ve spent months witnessing him deceive and cheat. It’s ‘simple’ to trick you, and they’re boasting about you. I felt ill from it.

I took a deep breath. “How did you even get my number?”

“I left the company a month ago for greener pastures after working to secure the venue for the office party,” she said. “However, I witnessed his character before I resigned. In the emergency contact database, I located your number. You had to know, even though I knew it was wrong. Ted, my spouse, felt the same way. I resolved never to watch another lady go through what I did when I left him two years ago.

I was struck by her comments like a freight train.

“I had a female coworker go to the party and follow Brian. When the time was right, she called you and let you hear him scold you before returning my phone. I’ve been lurking in my car outside the venue, waiting for you to show up and take him on head-on. Emily, you deserved the truth.

All I felt was thankfulness, even though I should have been upset and felt violated.

I muttered, “Thank you,” and hung up. I thought meeting Valerie was meaningless and was ready to go home and lick my wounds. Now that she had fulfilled her role, it was my turn.
I awoke the following morning feeling more clear-headed than I had in years! Brian’s things were waiting outside the door, packed. I installed a keyhole cover in the house, so when he got home last night, his key wouldn’t fit the lock.

I have no idea where he spent the night before, and I don’t care. That morning, I sent him a single text message that made his phone buzz: “Enjoy.”

And I grinned for the first time in a long time. I finally regained control of my life, not for retaliation. My next task for the day was to get a divorce, and I was eager to get the most out of him!