My Husband’s Mistress Accidentally Sent Me Her Photo in My Robe – I Was Broken, But a Revenge Plan Started Forming in My Mind

“Mommy! We missed you so much!”

“Did you have fun with Daddy?” I asked.

My nine-year-old wrinkled her nose.

“We didn’t really see him much. He said it would be a special surprise and sent us to sleepovers at Lily’s and Sam’s houses almost the whole time.”

Daniel appeared in the doorway wearing that familiar smile that used to make my heart flutter but now made my stomach turn with disgust. “Welcome home, beautiful.” He kissed my cheek with practiced ease.

“How was the trip?”

“Productive,” I said, pulling our youngest into a tighter hug. “Very productive indeed.”

Later that evening, when the kids were finally asleep, I locked myself in the bathroom and let the dam of emotion finally break. Silent sobs wracked my entire body as I slid down the wall to the cold tile floor.

“What does she have that I don’t?” I whispered to my reflection.

Against every rational thought, I opened that photo again and studied every detail like evidence in a crime scene.

The angle, lighting, and the furniture looked familiar, but then something else caught my attention. It was a reflection of her selfie in the mirror.

The hand holding the phone had something that made my breath catch. There, on the right index finger, was a small crescent moon tattoo that I recognized instantly.

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