Cheating Wife Got Pregnant & Tried to Pass Her Affair Child as Mine; I Got Full Revenge on Them

Lorraine took the footage and cross-checked Bill’s name. He was a high-level executive at Vanessa’s firm, subject to a strict non-fraternization policy. “We can go after her company for that,” Lorraine said, “and after him for alienation of affection, plus your wife for any false birth certificate claims.” She listed a litany of possible legal strategies, all of them aggressive and devastating.

She was thoroughly committed to the nuclear route I’d chosen. I returned to the hotel, numb. Michelle showed up at my door that evening saying, “You shouldn’t be alone. Pack up, you’re coming to my place.” I was too exhausted to argue. Michelle had a single-story house, bigger than I’d expected, and she gave me a private room.

There was no physical closeness or romantic vibe. It was more like I was a shattered man, and she was stepping in as a friend, one who didn’t trust me to keep it together by myself. The next big step involved finalizing the buyout from Robert. We had to funnel my money into the company, effectively making me appear almost penniless once everything was said and done.

I moved all personal funds, cashed out my 401k, taking the penalty, and prepared to refinance the house. Ultimately, I would appear to have a fraction of my real worth. It was legal, thanks to the prenuptial agreement and the timing of these transactions before the divorce. Brian drew up all the papers, Robert signed, I became the majority shareholder.

Now, everything was in the company’s name, safe from Vanessa’s reach. Monday morning, Lorraine filed for divorce on grounds of adultery, fraud, and emotional distress. At the same time, she filed a lawsuit against Bill’s employer for failing to enforce its own policies. She also had process servers standing by to deliver everything in person.

One set to Bill at his office, one set to the company’s HR department, and one set to Vanessa’s desk. I watched the clock. At exactly 10:00 a.m., my phone pinged with an email. The divorce papers had been served. The other suits were served minutes later. Within 10 minutes, my phone lit up. I expected it to be Vanessa, but it was my mother. “Gary,” she said. “Hi, Mom.

” “What is this?” Her voice was sharp. “I got your letter. Your father did, too. Are you really doing this?” “Did you read it?” I asked. “I read it, and I don’t believe it,” she said. “This is Vanessa, your wife, the mother of your children. How can you just “They’re not my children,” I interrupted. There was a brief pause, then she said, “They’re yours in every way that matters.

” “No, they’re not,” I said. “You raised them. You’ve been their father since the day they were born. Are you saying that doesn’t count for anything?” “I’m saying it was built on a lie.” Her breath came hard through the phone. “So what? You’re just walking away? Like they meant nothing to you? You’re punishing them for something Vanessa did.

You don’t think they’re going to suffer because of this? Because you suddenly decided you don’t want to be their father anymore? What the hell are you saying? I shouted. I don’t want to lose my grandchildren over this. I won’t. She said. Then don’t. I said. That’s your choice. I have to go. Gary. I ended the call. Immediately my phone rang again. It was Vanessa.

Gary, we need to talk. She said. Her voice shook. I’m coming home. I said nothing and hung up. Then I realized that home was still my house where we’d lived together, but I guess she still saw it as hers, too. Michelle gave me a quick hug and stepped out leaving me to face Vanessa alone. I waited in my office at home reading email after email from relatives who had gotten the disclosure packet.

My father was outraged. My sister furious. Vanessa arrived about 20 minutes later, stormed into the office, and shut the door. She’d never looked so disheveled. Gary, I she started. I’m not interested. I cut her off. But Not interested. I repeated. Don’t you even want No. I said. I don’t want to hear anything from you.

You’ve lied to me for 9 years. Neither of the kids are mine. Yet you convinced me to get a vasectomy while you were still on the pill just so you could continue your affair with Daddy Bill. Her eyes widened in shock. So, no, Vanessa. I continued. I don’t care what you have to say. My lawyer’s contact information is in the packet you received when you were served.

If you have anything important to discuss, you can talk to her. What about the children? She asked. What children? I responded. I don’t have any children. And if it were up to you, I’d never have any. I would ask why you did this to me, but I really don’t want to hear another lie. I have no interest in your excuses or justifications.

I just want this whole mess to be over so I can pick up the pieces of my life and move on. I called the au pair into the room. I knew she could hear me since my office door was open and she was just in the next room. “You’re fired.” I said, “Effective immediately. Pack your things and get out.” “What?” she asked. “Why?” “Because you were covering for her.

” I said, pointing at Vanessa. “You knew she was sleeping with her boss. I don’t know if you knew the kids were his instead of mine, but you definitely knew what was happening. I have video proof of you talking to Bill about the kids. Get out.” “Gary?” Vanessa interjected, “You can’t fire her. I’m the one who pays her wages.

” The au pair shot Vanessa a grateful look. “Well,” I said, “I’ve already informed the agency that you were involved in an affair and that I won’t be taking legal action if they remove you from their roster. So, if Vanessa wants to keep you on personally, not only will she have to pay you, but she’ll also need to handle all your tax, vacation, pension, sick leave, and insurance.

” The au pair’s face went pale. Not only was she losing her job, but being kicked off the agency’s books made it nearly impossible for her to find another position. “Agencies shared information. Now, get out.” I ordered, and she hurriedly left. “Did you have to do that?” Vanessa said, “She didn’t deserve “You’re talking again.” I cut her off.

“I told you I don’t want to hear it. What I do want is for you to pack your stuff, take your kids, and get the hell out of my house.” “This is my house, too.” she protested. “Not according to the paperwork.” I said, “It’s in my name only. Until the court say otherwise, get the hell out.” She flinched at my shout.

James walked in. “Mommy.” he said. “Sonia fell down.” Vanessa, looking shocked and tearful, stood up and went to tend to her daughter. I shut my office door and stayed inside while she gathered her things. A few minutes later, she returned with Sonia in her arms. “Are you going to say goodbye to “Don’t even say it.” I cut her off.

“She’s not my daughter and he’s not my son. Take them to Daddy Bill and let him take care of his own kids. They have nothing to do with me. Gary, I Get out! As soon as she was gone, I completely broke down. A moment later, Michelle slipped into the house having waited nearby in case I lost it.

She held me as I wept, her presence oddly calming. We heard the car drive off. My phone buzzed continuously, but I ignored it. For the first time in a week, I had a desperate urge to just vanish from my own life. Michelle, ever firm, reminded me we still had steps to finalize, setting the wheels in motion with the HR lawsuit, locking down the company finances, and so on.

A few hours later, I got an email that Vanessa had taken out a restraining order against me claiming emotional harm. The order barred me from my own house until a court hearing. It was a malicious move, no doubt orchestrated by her lawyer to show the judge she was in danger, but Lorraine was already on it pointing out that I was the one who’d installed the cameras, gathered evidence, and discovered the fraud.

The judge soon overturned it. Vanessa moved in with her parents. Meanwhile, Bill lost his job when the company realized he’d flagrantly violated their non-fraternization policy with a subordinate and fathered two kids with her. Lawsuits flew in all directions. In the end, Bill’s employer settled with me for a substantial sum.

Bill personally had to settle for alienation of affection in our state, paying me a chunk of money that would help me repay the pension fund loan. I was numb to most of it. My real heartbreak was losing James and Sonia, who I still loved but refused to see because I couldn’t handle the pain. Maybe that made me a coward, but every time I thought about those kids, I saw Bill’s face.

They would likely forget me soon enough anyway. Vanessa used them as emotional leverage, begging me to remain in their lives, but I wasn’t ready. Weeks turned into a month. I sold the house, took a loss, and moved on. I had no appetite for living in the place that had become a stage for betrayal. I stayed in Michelle’s spare room temporarily.