My Husband Made Me Clean His Mistresses’ Toilets for Money, but Soon He Regretted It—Badly

At 35, I thought I had a solid marriage—until my husband Evan got me a job cleaning toilets. He laughed that it would “remind me what real work feels like.” Every house he sent me to belonged to a beautiful woman, and all the signs started adding up: his hoodie, his cologne, his favorite wine… and finally, a text on one woman’s phone from Evan ❤️.

I didn’t confront him. I collected everything—screenshots, receipts, photos, schedules. On our 10th anniversary, I handed him a gift box filled with proof of every affair he’d had while I scrubbed his mistresses’ toilets.

His face went pale. Mine didn’t.

I filed for divorce, reported his shady “contracting” payments to my lawyer, and watched his business collapse. Two husbands sued him, the IRS came knocking, and he ended up living in his mother’s basement blaming everyone but himself.

I took the money I’d saved and started my own company—Clean Slate Services. Now I run my own cleaning business, employ other single moms, and finally feel free.

My son asked me, “Mom, are you happier now?”
“Yes,” I told him. “I finally am.”