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

The kids and I will be just fine.”

The room fell silent except for Madison’s quiet sobbing.

“But I’m feeling generous tonight,” I continued. “You have one choice. Go upstairs right now and tell our children exactly what you’ve done.

Both of you. Look them in the eyes and explain why their family is broken.”

“You can’t make us do that,” Daniel said, his desperation turning to anger.

“I’m not making you do anything. But if you want any chance of seeing them after the divorce, you’ll do this one honest thing.”

Twenty minutes later, we sat in the living room with three confused, heartbroken children.

Through tears and stammering words, Daniel and Madison confessed their betrayal.

I watched my babies’ worlds shatter in real time, their innocence cracking like thin ice.

My 12-year-old looked at her father with disgust. “How could you do this to Mom?”

My nine-year-old cried into my shoulder.

“Are you leaving us, Daddy?”

My youngest just stared at Madison with wounded eyes. “But you’re my godmother. You said you loved us.”

That night, after they left and the kids were asleep, I found myself in the backyard with that damned robe.

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