Discovering my therapist was my husband’s mistress was a shocking revelation. I teamed up with the unlikeliest of allies to expose his lies and take back control of my life.

Nick’s unusual enthusiasm about therapy made me suspicious. He suggested, “Maybe you should see someone. My friend recommended Dr. Kenner. She’s really good.” That night, I couldn’t sleep. The next morning, I discovered Dr. Kenner was Nick’s mistress, Sophie, by finding explicit messages on his phone, including, “Keep pushing her to come to therapy. It’s the best way to keep her distracted.”

I played along in therapy, feeding Dr. Kenner lies about Nick. One day, I confronted her, saying, “No, Sophie, I think it’s because you’re his mistress.” She was shocked but agreed to help me turn the tables on Nick. We gathered evidence of his infidelity.

When Nick returned from a “work trip,” I handed him the evidence. His face went from confusion to horror. “Tracy, I…” he stammered. I replied, “Save it. We’re done.”

Leaving the house, I felt a weight lift. Sophie and I had outsmarted him. We both deserved better, and together, we ensured Nick got what he deserved.