I said no to an open marriage. She went ahead and cheated anyway. So I made sure she walked in on me returning the favor. My wife and I had only been married for two years, but we’d dated for five before that.
I thought I knew everything about her. The good outweighed the bad, so proposing felt right. Our happy ending never came, and that’s entirely her fault. It started on a regular weekend.
We were watching a comedy on Netflix when she paused it and said she wanted to talk. Then she dropped the bombshell: she wanted to try an open marriage. She’d seen a TikTok video where some woman claimed it saved her relationship and brought her closer to her husband. That was her whole argument.
I told her flat out that I wasn’t interested. We were only two years into marriage, our bedroom life was fine, and nothing was broken. But she kept pushing. She showed me the same video again a week later, begging me to be open-minded.
I shut it down again, and she backed off, but she was moody about it. That annoyed me even more. Something felt off. I started digging through her phone.
I found a chat with her best friend where they discussed how to convince me. Then I saw the real reason: she’d met a guy named Poder at work. She was attracted to him and admitted she needed to sleep with him to get him out of her system. Her friend warned her that wasn’t smart, but my wife said they’d deal with that later.
The friend told her the only way to avoid being the bad guy was to get me to agree to an open marriage. I read all of it. I knew there was someone else, but I didn’t know who. Then about two weeks later, she came home glowing.
She said she’d had a great day, but didn’t explain why. I checked her phone again and found Facebook messages between her and Poder. They flirted heavily, and she’d asked him out for coffee. She messaged him 45 minutes before coming home, saying she had a great time.
I confronted her that night. I woke her up and shoved the phone in her face. She stuttered, claimed they hadn’t slept together, but I called her lie. She didn’t deny it a second time.
I told her it was over and we were getting a divorce. She cried, saying I didn’t understand, but I walked away. I went to the guest room and let the anger settle. That’s when I decided I wasn’t just going to divorce her.
I was going to hurt her the way she hurt me. She had to walk in on me sleeping with someone else. So I played the long game. I told her I loved her too much to let go and that I needed time to heal.
She bought it completely, apologized, and even said she was done with Poder after that one time. She got comfortable again, and that’s when I made my move. I had a coworker who was always too comfortable with me. I told her everything and let her suggest herself.
She did. A few days later, I brought her home. We got into it, and when my wife pulled into the driveway, I didn’t stop. I heard her gasp behind me, then she pulled me off.
She tried to get physical with my coworker, but I held her back, let the woman dress and leave, and then I laughed. I couldn’t help it. She looked absolutely broken. I told her that was what she did to me.
She fell to the floor crying, and I pulled out the divorce papers from my bedside drawer. I left her there and packed my things. After I moved out, she sent paragraphs of sincere messages saying how hurt she was because she thought we were really going to move on. She wasn’t even angry.
That’s how I knew I hit her where it hurt. I felt zero guilt. The divorce went through quickly. She didn’t document any of it, so she had no admissions to use against me.
I had evidence of her cheating, so I got the upper hand. I gave up the apartment in exchange for a larger share of our joint savings, kept my car, and escaped alimony. I let her keep the place where she walked in on me with someone else. Now I’m free.
She still calls me drunk sometimes, crying about how I treated her. I listen, then I hang up. She did the wrong thing first.
I’m just glad it’s over.
