The next day, while Arthur was at work and Ben was at preschool, I started digging. It didn’t take long.
Within hours, I found emails.
Messages sent at 2 a.m., hotel receipts for weekend “conferences” that never appeared on the company calendar, and even photos from a trip to Cabo that Arthur had told me was a mandatory sales retreat.
The timestamps told me it had been going on for at least a year. Maybe longer.
Instead of calling Arthur to confront him, I forwarded everything to my personal email, logged out, and made an appointment with a lawyer.
I also quietly reached out to Rachel’s husband. I sent him screenshots, and he responded with one word, “Handled.”
A month later, I served Arthur divorce papers while he ate the spaghetti I’d made for dinner. According to our prenup, the cheating party receives only 40% of the marital assets, and I had undeniable proof of his affair.
“You’re being ridiculous,” he sputtered. “This is just a misunderstanding.”
I slid my phone across the table with the email chain open. “Is this a misunderstanding too?”
His face drained of color. “Alice, listen—”
“No,” I said calmly. “I’m done listening.”
But that wasn’t all. During the divorce process, I learned something I hadn’t known.
James had changed his will two months before his death. He’d left half of his company to Ben, to be inherited when he turns 18. The other half went to Arthur’s sister and not a cent to Arthur himself.
Maybe James had known something about his son that I hadn’t. Or maybe he’d just recognized the truth I’d been blind to.
As expected, my husband and his lawyer tried to paint me as a greedy gold-digger chasing their family money.
“Your Honor,” Arthur’s attorney argued, “She is clearly using an innocent misunderstanding to secure her son’s inheritance for herself.”
My lawyer simply presented the evidence. The emails, hotel receipts, and testimony from Rachel’s husband.
Truth won.
I won full custody of Ben, with Arthur granted supervised visitation twice a month. And I silently thanked my father-in-law for securing the future his son never could.
They say children see the world without filters. Ben saw the truth that day under the table at the funeral. And though it broke my heart, it also set me free.
Life isn’t about avoiding the hard truths. It’s about having the courage to face them. Sometimes, the most painful discoveries lead to the most necessary changes.
And now, as I watch Ben play in our new backyard, in our new beginning, I know we’re going to be okay.
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