I came home from a long trip to find a strange boy in my living room, claiming he lived there. My shock grew as he directed me to the bedroom, where I found my husband, Ian, in bed with another woman.

My kids had rushed inside, yelling “Surprise!” but there were unfamiliar children’s shoes by the door. In the living room, a young boy named Jason greeted me with, “I live here.” My heart pounded as he pointed towards the bedroom.

Opening the door, I found Ian with a woman. “What are you doing here?” Ian stammered. The woman, Sophie, looked horrified, saying, “Ian told me you were separated!”

Outside, I struggled to process Ian’s betrayal. When I returned, Sophie, equally stunned, joined me. “He told me you were dead,” she said, devastated. We found unexpected solace in each other, hatching a plan to expose Ian.

Using a fake dating profile, we lured Ian into revealing his secrets. We sent everything to his boss, who swiftly fired him. Ian accused, “You did this,” but I replied coldly, “You did this to yourself.”

With Ian gone, Sophie and I supported each other, transforming our pain into strength and rebuilding our lives.