MIL Encouraged My Wife To Cheat With Her Sister’s Husband — I Took Brutal Revenge In Court

” Susan softened. “Thanks for telling the kids. I couldn’t have done it.” We’d explained the truth calmly, expecting tears, but the kids seemed prepared. My phone pinged with a new email, maybe from PissedOff999. Susan urged me to check. Bonnie’s voice mocked us. Rich downplayed it, warning of retaliation. I sighed. They think they can get away with it.

That apartment Rich hid for years. How long have they planned this? We have to stay vigilant. Susan wiped tears. I won’t let Bonnie get custody or live in your house. I’ll fight for us. Back home, the kids packed Bonnie’s things, Deidra and Cindy filling bags carefully. Photograph everything, I reminded them.

It counted against Bonnie’s share. The boys nearly finished packing Rich’s stuff. Rob tossed clothes carelessly. I smiled, grateful for their support. Bonnie texted she was on our way. I called Jake. Minutes later, he arrived with two deputies. As we waited, Bonnie and Rich pulled up followed by Boudreaux Landry, a school bully I didn’t want to see.

Hey, Robert. Trouble with your wife and brother-in-law? He sneered. I forced a smile. Family’s fine. He smirked. You sure Rich is cheating? No proof, right? Just rumors. I walked away. Bonnie stormed up. You drained almost everything from our account. Yep, I said. I have the statements.

You’ll get what’s fair, no more. She glared, but I stood firm. Susan and I stayed outside while Bonnie and Rich gathered their things. Instead, Deidra and Cindy entered with a deputy to monitor. I told the kids to watch for anything unusual. They’d know it when they saw it. Jason and Rob trailed Rich through the house.

Bonnie immediately demanded, Where’s my jewelry? Over the years, I’d bought her expensive pieces worth over $25,000, but most were locked safely in my safe. She wasn’t pleased. Boudreaux tried to intervene, but I snapped a photo of the jewelry she wore. They’re all itemized for insurance, I said. Community property, like the boat and truck Bonnie claimed earlier.

I made sure nothing disappeared. Boudreaux looked surprised by my knowledge. Jake stepped in suggesting Bonnie surrender the ring and necklace for reappraisal. After a tense moment, she reluctantly complied. “Where do you expect me to live?” she asked, irritation clear. I held back a sarcastic reply about her apartment.

My feelings had shifted drastically from love to cold fury. Bonnie and Rich left with Boudreaux trailing. I wondered if they headed to their apartment, but Jake reassured me. “We’ve got eyes on them. Exposing [snorts] that place could tip the scales.” Instead, they went to a motel with Boudreaux hauling their belongings. As Susan and the girls cooked, my phone buzzed with another email.

The audio was from Boudreaux. “Robert, someone might be tailing you. Stay at a motel and make it look like you slept apart to confuse anyone watching.” Rich grumbled about his credit card being declined and planned to get a new one. Boudreaux warned, “List your assets. Hidden money can’t be taken if they don’t know about it, but don’t lie or you risk perjury.

” Rich snapped, “I’m not giving Susan another dime. Let’s move money offshore tonight, mess up the motel room, and fake separate nights.” Susan gasped. “Secret accounts? Where’d they get the money? We don’t earn enough to hide that much.” I tried to focus. Bonnie and I had small weekly cash allowances. Major expenses were on credit cards, which we regularly checked.

I joked to the apartment manager that Rich might be into shady business, but you don’t think so, right? Susan laughed. “Rich, no way. But I never thought he’d cheat.” We agreed to drop the topic for the night and join the kids for dinner. Next morning, I visited Jake’s office with the jewelry appraisal and got my firearms valued, too, finally justifying a new Glock Bonnie couldn’t argue about.

Susan was catching up on work. We met there, and I played Jake the audio files. “I wish I knew who sent these,” Jake said. “A PI couldn’t move this fast. For the hidden accounts, a judge’s order might be needed, but that takes time. We assured him we hadn’t noticed missing funds.

If they’ve been squirreling away small sums, it might add up. Jake updated me on the divorce progress. It takes 6 months here, but we can speed up court dates. Next week, we meet with Bonnie, Rich, and their lawyer to review assets. With adultery involved, counseling is usually dismissed. After the ruling, it’s waiting. He added, “Boudreau called today demanding more of the money you withdrew.

I reminded him of the pre-nup. He wasn’t thrilled. He wants proof of adultery, but that’s for court. He’s a joke. I might even play that audio of him advising to hide cash offshore in court. Won’t get him disbarred, but it would embarrass him.” I hated the idea of working that weekend, but no one could cover my shifts. “What if I start coughing and need a COVID test?” I joked with Sharon.

“Could you cover them?” She laughed, but took it seriously. “Nice try, but if I found out my husband was cheating, I’d be a wreck. You’ve got plenty of sick and vacation time. This counts as emergency leave. Just take care of yourself. We’ll start your vacation once you’re ready.” I offered a compromise. “How about I work this weekend and start my leave Monday?” “Perfect,” she said, visibly relieved.

“Take as long as you need and keep me updated.” Work kept my mind occupied. Weekends in the ICU were chaotic. Fewer procedures, but constant vigilance. At the nurse’s station, I spotted my father-in-law, Dr. Praveen, waiting. “What brings you here, Doc?” I asked, trying to sound casual. He wasn’t interested in small talk.

“Cut the crap. I heard you kicked Bonnie out. She was crying to her mom last night.” I didn’t sugarcoat it. “Bonnie’s having an affair with my sister’s husband. I’m managing a family crisis.” John looked stunned. “She told us it was gossip, said they just carpool. No affair.” “I’ve got proof, audio, video. I wouldn’t act on rumors.

” His face softened, conflicted. “What will you do?” “I’m trying to protect the kids, but I can’t let it slide. What if she caught me cheating? He was blunt. I’d want your head on a platter. I’d help her bury you. How are Jason and Deidra handling this? They’re holding up better than expected. Cousins help a lot.

They’re not ready to talk to you yet. I’m sorry, Robert. I’ll put the kids first. After that, I’ll support Bonnie’s needs. I don’t condone her actions, but if you have proof, I’m on your side. His honesty was a small comfort. He left the office visibly shaken. That evening, Susan and I broke the news to our parents.

My dad asked for proof, which I provided. His main concern was the kids’ well-being. Family always comes first, he said, promising his support. By Wednesday, we were gathering financial records. A court-appointed arbitrator reviewed our assets. Bonnie’s income surprised me, around $5,000 a month, close to mine. Jake said this would help eliminate alimony claims, pre-nup or no pre-nup.

Susan struggled to get Rich’s tax returns. He hadn’t filed properly. She breathed easier when Jake confirmed a likely substantial maintenance payment. Then Bonnie, Rich, and Boudreau showed up for the asset meeting. Bonnie’s glare was fierce, angry, but unapologetic. Rich looked uneasy, trying to stay neutral.

The court official introduced himself and his assistant, who recorded everything. We’ll start with affidavits. Everything you say is evidence. Today’s goal, list assets and income. The judge will decide on property division. Pre-nups won’t be discussed today, but are a factor. They began listing vehicles, firearms, and household items, quickly done.

Bonnie’s jewelry appraised higher than my truck and tools combined. Boudreau insisted on separating the solar system, which Jake noted carefully. Despite assumptions, 401k accounts were included due to our long marriage. When we reached the financial statements, I declared I’d taken 80% of my funds. Susan and Rich’s finances followed.

Then the auditor raised concerns. Bonnie’s reported income was nearly $140,000 annually, far above the $60,000 I’d estimated from pay stubs. I explained Bonnie and Rich had hired a new accountant, one of their clients. Bonnie blushed as bonuses accounted for the extra income. Rich’s bonuses totaled $110,000 yearly, netting $80,000.

So, where’s the money, Bonnie? I asked, voice hard. No wonder you fled to the Caymans last week. Hiding it. She froze, then shot back. Are you stalking me? No need. We tracked your phone. The kids found you off the grid most days. Flight info showed your Cayman trip. Monday, you were in Baton Rouge.

Probably moving money, Jake added. Boudreaux, advising clients to hide assets offshore is felony. Bonnie broke down, tears falling. Rich looked worried. Boudreaux denied wrongdoing, but his face said otherwise. Susan asked if we could force the money back. Jake promised, you’ll get 80% once we prove infidelity. Bonnie’s sudden outburst shocked us.

There’s no money left. It’s gone. Rich tried to silence her, but she shouted, you stole it. I stayed calm. I only discovered this recently. How do you explain gambling or spending it? Bonnie claimed their attempt to transfer funds was rejected. They’d investigated in Baton Rouge, but no records showed where the money went.

Jacobs volunteered to dig into the Baton Rouge accounts, promising quick results for the court records. After Bonnie and Rich left, Susan asked, frustrated, where did the money go? I shrugged, thinking another mystery. Jake and Boudreaux pushed to speed up the case, likely pressured by Bonnie and Rich.

After a week at a motel, they moved into an apartment, their finances tight. I smirked imagining their secret love nest, knowing Boudreaux’s expensive retainer would drain funds fast. All five kids insisted on attending the hearing. Jake explained Judge Guidry’s style, informal, sitting close, with us arranged around a table. The kids sat front and center.

We stood when the judge entered, warned to behave or be removed. The judge reviewed the cases, then addressed adultery. Louisiana law doesn’t penalize it in divorce, but prenups matter. He detailed asset discrepancies and attempts to hide funds. Investigations found Bonnie and Rich had $120,000 and $160,000 in Baton Rouge accounts, but transferred the money a week before divorce papers, legally, into five children’s accounts.

I was stunned. Bonnie hid the money in plain sight. The judge noted the transfer couldn’t be undone without proof of fraud. None existed, so the money stayed with the kids. Bonnie and Rich glared, defeated. We all shook our heads, no proof of fraud. Custody came next. Deidra said she wanted to live with me, citing Bonnie’s cheating.

Jason and some siblings agreed. Others chose their mother for the same reason. The judge reminded Deidra cheating wasn’t legally established yet, but mentioned she could petition emancipation at 16, supported by a $56,000 college fund. The siblings echoed this, claiming independence through their funds. The judge smiled, warned them to behave, and said he’d consider their wishes.

Jake then presented photos of Bonnie and Rich together. Woodrow objected, calling the photos possibly doctored, but Jake stood firm. The evidence was solid. The judge looked at me. Jake gave a nod. Your honor, I don’t know the source of these, but I have videos and audio from an anonymous sender. The photos are screenshots from those videos.

I prefer not to show the full video unless necessary. If allowed, I request the children be excused. They shouldn’t see this. Deidra shrugged. No problem, Dad. We’ve seen worse. Cindy joked, making everyone laugh by describing one video’s awkward moment. I froze, then realized the full scope. My father nodded slightly.

The judge saw Bonnie and Rich’s horrified faces. Mr. Fontenot, do you want us to play the video, or do all parties agree adultery occurred? Boudreaux glanced anxiously, but Bonnie and Rich pleaded not to play it. The judge relented. After a private talk, Boudreaux conceded, “We accept the plaintiff’s claims.” The judge ruled, “Since adultery is agreed upon, the prenuptial agreement stands. Mr. Fontenot and Ms.

Jenkins receive 80% of community property. Lawyers to finalize distribution.” Custody is set. Mr. Fontenot has full custody of Jason and Deidra. Ms. Jenkins gets Cynthia, Robert, and David. Both parents retain visitation. Divorce finalizes in 6 months. Maintenance followed. Bonnie pays me $1,000 monthly. Rich pays Susan $2,000 monthly for 3 years.

Each child gets $500 monthly until 18. Jake called these minimal. I felt it fair. Susan questioned my acceptance, but I believed it was best. After the hearing, Jake scheduled our final property division meeting. I told the kids to head home. I wanted us all together. Outside the courtroom, my dad waited. “When did you figure it out, Dad?” I asked, curious. Susan looked puzzled.

“Just a few days ago,” he said. “I saw an odd charge on my credit card. An electronic store purchase for $500. I called them, and it turned out Jason and Rob bought spy gadgets.” “Spy gear?” I asked, surprised. He nodded. “I followed you home after, hoping to catch more.” At home, the kids waited around the kitchen table.

Susan grabbed beers for Dad and me. Jason and Rob stretched out their hands. I teased, “Not old enough to drink?” Deidra spoke first. “It started when Cindy and I tried visiting Mom’s office. She and Uncle Rich weren’t there. We found their location on our phones. It was an apartment, not their office. We saw Rich’s car there.

They went three times over a few days, each visit lasting about an hour and a half. We told the boys Rob explained, we found small bugs online to put in phones. The app runs in the background, doesn’t affect normal calls, but drains battery. We convinced Paw Paw to let us buy them. Sorry, Paw Paw. He smiled. We put bugs on their phones and recorded important conversations.

I asked, that explains the audio, but how did you get video and the apartment info? Deidra replied, we checked their keys, both had a key labeled 201. Not their office. Jason copied Mom’s key and we visited the apartment. We decided to install cameras. Dave added excited. We got motion sensor cameras and a transmitter.

The receiver was hidden under the couch to collect footage and send it to us. I said carefully. So, you recorded Bonnie and Rich and sent me the files. I’m not mad, but it’s strange. What about the money? Deidra continued. The first time Cindy and I checked, we realized Mom wasn’t coming back.

They had clothes, makeup, towels there, living a double life. We were furious. They weren’t just cheating on you and Aunt Sue. They were cheating on all of us. Cindy said, money was secondary, but while snooping, we found bank papers with online access instructions. We even searched ads in Aunt Bonnie’s offices with help from the secretary.

Found bank info and passwords in a notebook. They used the same complex password for both accounts. Jason took over. We were mad finding hidden accounts. Thought they might be into pills or something. Dave suggested moving the money into our accounts. Dave’s cheeks reddened slightly. We figured Dad and Aunt Bonnie couldn’t just get rich and leave us with nothing.

We knew about how divorce splits work and didn’t want them to keep half the money. Paw Paw had already set up accounts for us, so we decided to take the money ourselves. It was risky, but since we’re minors and it’s our parents’ money, we thought we wouldn’t get into too much trouble. Everyone agreed. Deidra nodded.

If we’d known about the 80/20 split, we might not have done it. But it turned out better this way, I said. Then you started sending me those videos and recordings? Jason confirmed. That part was hardest. We were furious at Mom and Uncle Rich for what they did to us all. We didn’t want to hurt you or Aunt Sue, but we couldn’t just sit back.