I was working a tiring night shift as a taxi driver when I looked in the rearview mirror and saw my husband Jason sitting in the back seat—alongside another woman. I said nothing but already started planning my revenge.
I once thought I was lucky to have Jason. When he came into my life, I was successful, had a nice apartment in Brooklyn, and a five-year-old son, Jamie. Jason was charming but homeless at the time. I believed in him, helped him get a job, and soon he was successful—new car, new suits—and even proposed. He promised I could quit working and focus on Jamie.
But once I stopped working, things changed. Jason started treating Jamie like a problem and rarely gave me money. I eventually took a night job driving a taxi while Jason claimed to be away on business.
One night, I picked up Jason and a woman named Ashley. They were cozy, pretending to be a couple for Ashley’s parents who wanted to meet Jason as her “fiancé.” They planned to put on a fake engagement show because Jason wanted to secure an inheritance from my sick mother. And this “engagement” meeting was scheduled for the very day of our anniversary—something Jason didn’t even remember.
On our anniversary, I showed up unexpectedly at Ashley’s family barbecue with Jamie. I revealed their lies, showing I knew about their scheme and that Jason was still married. I dropped my wedding ring in his hand and walked away, telling Ashley’s parents Jason was planning to cheat them too.
Months later, Ashley’s parents testified against Jason in our divorce. I won the case, got everything, and moved on to a peaceful new life by the coast with my mother and son.
In the end, I realized true luxury isn’t money or possessions—it’s peace of mind.
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