The Truth About Trevor
Trevor had been acting strange for weeks. He came home stressed, muttering about **cut bonuses, tighter budgets, and “financial sacrifices.”**
*”We need to be smart about money,”* he told me one night. *”Maybe you should start walking to work. Four miles isn’t that bad, right?”*
I bit my tongue. **We weren’t struggling before.** We lived comfortably. But now, every dollar I spent felt like a crime.
Then, one evening, everything changed.
### **The Message That Changed Everything**
I was folding laundry when **Trevor’s phone buzzed** on the couch.
At first, I ignored it. But then, a message flashed across the screen:
**_”You better keep your promise. I need that transfer by Friday, or your wife finds out about EVERYTHING.”_**
My heart nearly stopped.
The contact? **Someone saved as “C.”**
I grabbed his phone, hands shaking, and unlocked it. And when I saw the messages… **I couldn’t breathe.**
Because **”C” wasn’t a coworker.**
**It was his mistress.**
### **A Double Life Unraveled**
The messages stretched back **months.** Details of expensive gifts, luxury hotel stays, even a **weekend getaway to Cancun.**
All while I was skipping coffee to “save money.”
The **”cut bonuses”**? A lie.
The money? **Going straight into her hands.**
### **My Plan for Revenge**
I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. Instead, **I took screenshots, forwarded them to myself, and placed his phone back exactly where I found it.**
The next day, I called my lawyer.
By Friday—**the deadline for his mistress’s money—Trevor got the shock of his life.**
Because **instead of a bank transfer, he got served divorce papers.**
And just for fun? I made sure they were delivered **to his office.**
In front of **everyone.**