I drove a cab at night, even though my husband made me quit, saying his paycheck was enough. Lately, he’d been acting suspicious. One night, I picked up a couple from a bar—and froze. It was him… kissing another woman. He didn’t see me. I stayed silent, dropped them at a motel, and went home to my son, Adi. That night, he became my anchor.
I started planning. I stashed money, applied for remote jobs, reconnected with friends, and kept a notebook to survive. When Dev went on a “work trip,” I used a duplicate key to find his hidden phones and messages from multiple women. I stayed calm, contacted a lawyer, and quietly rebuilt my life.
Then I met Maahi, a woman Dev had been cheating with, who didn’t know he was married. Together, we plotted. When I confronted Dev at dinner with all the evidence—and Maahi by my side—he was speechless. That night, I told Adi the truth.
Divorce was clean. I got full custody, support, and Dev’s company fired him after exposing his lies. Now, I live in a cozy apartment with Adi, work remotely, and drive my cab on weekends. I chose not to be a victim—I took back my power.
If you’ve been betrayed, remember: trusting isn’t weakness. Walking away and reclaiming your life is strength. Pick up the pen and write your own story.
