Title: The Story of a Full-Time Housewife's Revenge on Her Cheating Husband
Title: The Story of a Full-Time Housewife's Revenge on Her Cheating Husband
I never thought my husband would betray me.
I always believed that while any husband in the world might stray, Preston was the exception. I never expected that I would underestimate human nature and overestimate myself.
We were introduced by mutual friends and dated for a year. When we got married, I was 26, and he was four years older, just entering his thirties.
Although we didn't have a particularly deep emotional foundation initially, and Preston wasn't very romantic, as we spent time together, both I and my family found him incredibly reliable and down-to-earth. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to me, even sharing all his earnings with me before we got married. My friends envied me for finding such a wonderful husband, and my parents were completely reassured about letting me marry him.
After marriage, our relationship flourished, and soon we welcomed a baby into our lives. On the day our child was born, as I lay on the delivery bed enduring the pains of labor, Preston held my hand and vowed that no matter what challenges we faced in the future, he would cherish me as if I were his very life. That day, for the first time, I saw Preston cry.
I joked with him, saying, "I can see you prefer a boy, but what if I give birth to a girl?"
Preston gently brushed my hair from my forehead and said, "As long as it's our child, boy or girl, it doesn't matter. If it's a boy, we'll protect you together. If it's a girl, I'll protect both of you."
During childbirth, no one could hear such words and not have been moved. I was no exception. So I hugged Preston and cried, saying, "Our little family of three will surely be very happy, happier than anyone else."
Preston nodded vigorously.
In the blink of an eye, our daughter had grown to be over three years old. Over those two years, Preston's career had been on a roll. He had swiftly risen from being an ordinary supervisor to the position of Sales Director at his company. He often spoke of how all this good fortune was due to me and our daughter, vowing to treat us well in the future.
Preston suggested that I quit my job and focus on raising our child at home. Considering that my parents were getting on in years and I didn't want to burden them further, and given that my in-laws didn't live locally and couldn't assist us, I agreed to become a full-time housewife.
Being a housewife was a bit tiring and monotonous, but it was all worth it, especially seeing our daughter grow day by day. My heart was filled with happiness.
Although my relationship with Preston had become a bit more mundane at times, and we sometimes argued playfully, overall, it was still very good. We were still considered the 'model couple' by others.
He was very indulgent towards me, and we had an agreement: whenever an argument arose, one of us would say, "I'm sorry, baby, I was wrong."
It was our little secret, and every time we did this, our relationship grew stronger.
Perhaps because life had been too peaceful and I had become too comfortable in my trust, I let my guard down when it came to certain matters between men and women. Everything changed after I received a call from my best friend, Eliza.
Eliza and I were high school classmates. We shared similar interests but had complementary personalities, naturally becoming good friends.
She was a high-ranking executive at a large company, a true career woman, always decisive and action-oriented.
But on this day, when she called me, her voice was filled with hesitation, and she spoke haltingly, "Louise, how have you and Preston been lately?"
I didn't know why she was asking this. She had witnessed our journey from acquaintance to intimacy. She used to often marvel at how lucky I was to find such a good man, finally rewarding my years of waiting.
Today, however, she was uncharacteristically asking this question. I chuckled and joked with her, "We haven't talked in a few days, and the first thing you ask is about Preston. Have you taken a liking to him, or did you see him cheating?"
Little did I know, my joke would turn out to be true, leaving me completely shocked.
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I was four months pregnant, a photographer excited for our future, attending a sophisticated baby brunch. Then I saw him, my husband Michael, with another woman, and a newborn introduced as "his son." My world shattered as a torrent of betrayal washed over me, magnified by Michael's dismissive claim I was "just being emotional." His mistress, Serena, taunted me, revealing Michael had discussed my pregnancy complications with her, then slapped me, causing a terrifying cramp. Michael sided with her, publicly shaming me, demanding I leave "their" party, as a society blog already paraded them as a "picture-perfect family." He fully expected me to return, to accept his double life, telling his friends I was "dramatic" but would "always come back." The audacity, the calculated cruelty of his deception, and Serena's chilling malice, fueled a cold, hard rage I barely recognized. How could I have been so blind, so trusting of the man who gaslighted me for months while building a second family? But on the plush carpet of that lawyer's office, as he turned his back on me, a new, unbreakable resolve solidified. They thought I was broken, disposable, easily manipulated – a "reasonable" wife who would accept a sham separation. They had no idea my calm acceptance was not surrender; it was strategy, a quiet promise to dismantle everything he held dear. I would not be handled; I would not understand; I would end this, and make sure their perfect family charade crumbled into dust.
To fund her father's medical bills, Helena stepped in for her half‑sister and wed the city's notorious deaf heir. On their wedding night, as she bared herself, he dismissed her hope with, "This is strictly business." Living beneath the weight of his unpredictable moods, she learned to fear every moment. When everyone bet on her ruin, he became her fiercest protector. But as their contract expired and she gathered her things, tears shimmered in his eyes. "Please… don't leave me."
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Vengeance is hers, not God's. Andrea Campbell's world is shattered when Thane, her ruthless CEO husband, divorces her. Left with nothing, she has no family, no money, no identity. But as fate would have it, she is reunited with her billionaire birth father, Mr. Campbell. Five years later, Andrea returns as a stunning, sassy businesswoman, fueled by a burning desire for revenge. She plans to pull Thane into a high-stakes business collaboration and then destroy him. Thane, consumed by his ex-wife's transformation, will stop at nothing to reclaim her. Unaware of their hidden twin children and Andrea's secret game. He becomes increasingly obsessed. As they dance around their explosive past, Andrea struggles to keep her emotions in check. Thane's determination ignites a risky game of cat and mouse, where old feelings resurface and new flames ignite. Will Thane's all-consuming love be enough to quench Andrea's fury, or will her thirst for revenge destroy them both? Can Andrea resist Thane's relentless chase, or will she succumb to the passion that once bound them?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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