My Wife Called Me Pathetic And Stole Our Daughter’s College Fund — So I Teamed Up With Her Lover’s Wife To Destroy Them Both

Part 2

“I want physical copies of absolutely everything,” I told Tyler, pushing the stack of glossy photos back across the sticky diner table.

I told him I needed him to find all of Derek’s wife’s contact information immediately, because she deserved to know the truth.

Tyler sighed heavily and warned me that doing this was going to blow absolutely everything up.

I looked him dead in the eye and told him it was already blown up, and I was simply making sure everyone caught in the blast radius finally knew it.

That night, I drove back to my house and acted completely, terrifyingly normal.

I patiently helped Hayley build a baking soda volcano for her science project while Megan drifted through the living room like everything in our lives was perfectly fine.

The very next morning, Craig officially filed the extensive divorce papers with the court.

He aggressively cited adultery, irreconcilable differences, and demanded full, primary custody of Hayley based heavily on Megan’s documented infidelity and emotionally unstable behavior.

I intentionally arranged to have the devastating papers served to Megan directly at her open-plan marketing office.

It was a brilliant piece of professional, public humiliation, executed exactly the way she had continually humiliated me behind closed doors for years.

My cell phone screen aggressively lit up at exactly 2:47 p.m. with Megan’s name glaring at me.

I let it ring until it dumped to voicemail.

She called me a staggering seventeen times in a single hour before I finally decided to answer.

She was absolutely screaming on the other end, demanding to know how I could possibly have her served at work where all of her coworkers saw it happen.

I kept my voice deadpan and calmly asked how she could possibly sleep with Derek Lawson in a cheap hotel for three months while I was home raising our daughter.

There was complete, absolute, deafening silence on the line.

I told her I already knew absolutely everything, and now her entire office knew too, since she had chosen to scream so loudly over the phone.

She started violently sobbing, begging me to just let her explain her side of the story.

I told her she permanently lost that right the day she looked me in the eyes and called me pathetic for simply wanting my own wife.

I hung up, permanently blocked her number from my phone, and called Brenda Lawson.

Brenda and I arranged a meeting at a quiet, dimly lit restaurant on the far outskirts of town.

She was a forty-one-year-old hospital nurse with exhausted eyes and a face that vividly showed years of deep disappointment.

When she sat down in the booth across from me, I saw my own profound exhaustion perfectly reflected back in her face.

She pulled out her own thick manila envelope full of surveillance photos.

It turned out Derek had actually been running this exact same scam for years with multiple different women.

Brenda calmly told me her aggressive attorney was going to easily secure the house, the bulk of the financial assets, and primary custody of their three children.

We sat there talking for over two hours, meticulously comparing timelines and building a unified, destructive strategy.

By the end of the long dinner, we had forged an unbreakable alliance.

We were simply two people completely destroyed by the exact same betrayal, working tightly together to make absolutely sure our cheating spouses faced maximum consequences.

Brenda casually mentioned that my in-laws really needed to know the truth, noting that her own in-laws had immediately cut Derek off financially when they found out.

That single comment gave me a brilliant idea.

I scheduled a quiet Saturday dinner with Megan’s parents, Heather and Paul.

I sat on their plush living room sofa and told them absolutely everything without sugarcoating a single detail.

I showed them the damning hotel receipts and the crystal-clear surveillance photographs.

Heather openly wept into her hands, while Paul’s jaw clenched so incredibly tight I could clearly see the muscles jumping under his skin.

He quietly asked what I needed from them moving forward.

I told him I just needed them to strictly remember the truth when Megan inevitably tried to spin the narrative and aggressively paint me as the villain.

They agreed immediately, absolutely furious at the deceptive daughter they thought they knew so well.

Later that exact night, Heather called Megan just to express her deep shame and profound disappointment.

Everything Megan thought she perfectly controlled was aggressively unraveling far faster than she could possibly comprehend.

What do you do when the person who broke your heart realizes you’re about to take everything she has left?