Reddit Stories - BETRAYED_ Caught my PARTNER CHEATING with my Own Father, So I Showed Her the Door!_

Episode Date: August 22, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #cheatingpartner #betrayal #relationships #drama #familySummary:Discover a shocking tale of betrayal as a person catches their partner cheating with their own father. The ultimate act of betrayal leads to a dramatic confrontation and a swift exit.Tags:redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, cheatingpartner, betrayal, relationships, drama, familyBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

I hope you enjoy this story. Discovered my partner of six years being unfaithful with my biological father in our sleeping quarters. Consequently, I evicted her, revealed their actions publicly, and then invited her sibling for a date. I am 26 years old and my G.F., who I will call char, is 24. My father, who I may refer to as Clark, is 52, and my mom, D., is 50. It's surreal to be in a situation like this. Never in a million years did I think it could happen to me. But here we are.

This is my first time using Reddit, but I thought I'd give it a try for some advice. Based on other posts, it seems like people appreciate some backstories, so I'll do my best to provide all the relevant details. However, this has only been going on for a week, so please forgive me if I get emotional while sharing my story. Char and I first met during her freshman year of college. We met at a frat party. She was a part of a sorority and my frat was putting together a party, or a fundraiser for sorts. But it was easy to bump into each other and strike up a conversation because we share the same mutual friends. Anyways, it wasn't until later that we discovered we grew up only a few towns away from each other.

Whenever we went home, I would offer her a ride and it only added about 30, minutes to our trip overall, so it was really no trouble. As we spent more time together on campus and outside of school, our friendship turned into something more. We come from close-knit families and we both had the support of our loved ones when we told them about our relationship. Our families quickly accepted each other and our love for each other continued to grow. When we met, I only had about two years left of my degree. While she was really just starting. So naturally I graduated first. After I graduated, I moved back home about three hours away where I was offered a fantastic job opportunity with great pay.

While Char was still finishing up her studies, I would visit her whenever possible and she would do the same when she came home. Long distance was hard only because things were getting pretty serious for her and her studies, so there wasn't much time to talk, but we managed. She was wanting to pursue law after her initial degree so her nose was really crammed in the books and I really respected her for that. She was driven and that's why I loved her. I had it all planned out too. I knew she was the one. I just knew it deep down in my bones. I was going to save up enough to buy a place back in the city.

I knew she had quite some time ahead of her in school before she could actually practice law, so I knew I'd have to be the one to compromise to move back into the city and hopefully find a transfer there since I was making some good money. Once she graduated from her degree, she moved in with me in an apartment I was renting back home where I grew up until she applied for law school. She said she wanted to take a semester off before starting back up again, and I agreed. I thought that would give us some time to find a place in the city that we wanted to start our lives together in. And now on to the part you've all been waiting for. Looking back now, there were many things that I overlooked and dismissed as my father simply trying to welcome my ex into our family. Like his constant phone calls to her, which they would brush off as just discussing upcoming family events.

One time when Shar was in the shower and her phone rang, I saw it was my dad. I answered and he sounded surprised and upset when he realized it was me. He said he wanted to talk to Shariar. about something she said she needed help with. I asked him what it was and he said it was something around the apartment that she said she asked me to fix but I just didn't get around to. I sort of laughed and said, okay. I feel like there could have been something I may be missed, but I don't ever remember her

asking me to fix anything. Usually I'm pretty good with that sort of thing. He said that maybe he was mistaken and we ended the call after a minute. Looking back now, I can't believe I didn't see the sign. sooner. It was just another normal day when I found out. Sharr usually made us breakfast before I left for work. She gave me a kiss goodbye and told me to have a good day just like every other day. During my drive to work, I remembered some important paperwork that I had forgotten for a meeting at 2 p.m. I brushed it off and planned to go home during my lunch break to pick it up.

Throughout the day, Sharr texted me mundane things like what we should have for dinner and that she did the laundry. She said something like we should go to the new bakery that opened up in town to try some of these gourmet cookies. When lunchtime rolled around, I didn't bother telling her that I was coming home because it was just going to be a quick in and out and she usually took the time to study for her LSAT test. So I left work without saying anything and headed home. As I pulled into the parking lot of our building, I noticed a truck that resembled my father's in visitor parking. but I didn't think much of it and just went inside. I figured that maybe he had cleared things up with Shar on what I had missed fixing and they were sorting it out.

I also thought that I wasn't going to hear the end of it from Shar or my father for this one. Not that she nagged me or anything, but just that I was too busy for her or that's the last time she trusted me to do anything around our home. That and the whole emasculating thing, having to get your dad to come to the rescue didn't really sit well with me. Anyways, I opened the door and to my surprise, there was a trail of clothing leading to our bedroom. My father's work boots were at the front door. His pants sprawled out. Her clothes all over. Her black bra.

Pink G-string. Then came the sound of moaning. Well, that's not a sound you want to hear coming from your own father, but I knew it was him right away. I felt sick to my stomach. I don't know why, but I had to see it for myself. I took out my phone to record because I knew no one was going to believe me. It just felt like autopilot. I gathered all the clothes on the floor in one hand and my phone in the other.

Then I walked down the hallway, recording as I walked to our bedroom. The door was open and I stood there for about a minute before throwing their clothes onto them as they were going at it. They both jump looked at me, I'm looking at my father bare naked with nothing but his socks on just boning my girlfriend, the love of my life. In that moment, it was just too much for me to handle. My father noticed I was recording and panicked, trying to cover himself up while telling me to stop recording. Schar was throwing pillows at me. He reached for my phone, but I pushed him back and he fell into the dresser and then onto the ground. Shar shrieked in surprise.

Then I turned my camera towards her. I was like, how could you? What do you have to say for yourself? And then a bunch of things that a parent would say to their child, scolding them. My father scrambled up after trying to put his clothes back on and I told them that I just needed to grab something for work and then I'd be heading back after working my head SS off for her and our future. Then I said if, but who knows what the future holds now. I said something to the effect if she just shit all over my life and made a fool out of me. I said if either of them were still here when I returned, I would be sending this video to everyone they knew.

Then I ended the recording. I put my phone in my pocket and I told him he was dead to me. I told him I can't wait to tell Mom. And then he got up, furious and said that he couldn't tell her. He lunged at me, trying to get my phone out of my pocket and I told him I'll send the video to her right now. now if he lays another hand on me. So then he let go and started pleading to me to not say anything and that they'd never do it again. I told him that I'm giving him the opportunity to tell mom what he's been doing with my girlfriend. I said mom's finding out either way. I sat in my car,

trying to compose myself as I received a call from one of my bosses at work asking where I was. I hadn't realized how long I had been sitting in the car for. But I assured her that I was on my back. I had gathered what I needed and told her that I was on my way to the office. But as soon as I walked in, she could tell something was wrong just by looking at me. I brushed off her concern, insisting that it was nothing and that I would be okay, and that I was looking forward to the meeting. Still not buying it, she asked for an explanation and I showed her the video on my phone. She watched silently, realizing that not only was my GF cheating on me, but it was with my own father. The one guy I had always trusted the most. Offering to help in any way she could,

she suggested I take some time off. She said they'd be fine in the meeting without me and that she'd understand if I wanted to take some time off. But I declined, telling her I just needed a minute and that the best thing I could do right now was get my mind off of things and rocked this meeting that I prepped really hard for. Putting on a fake smile for everyone during the meeting, I pretended like everything was normal. My boss couldn't understand how I could put up such a front. And I told her that I had to. I had to have control over something because it felt like the rest of my life was falling apart.

She said if I needed a place to stay, her and her husband had a basement suite available. Before you think she's hitting on me, she's not. This kind, sweet woman is in her 60s and she's like a second mother to me. I thanked her and I told her that I'd let her know. I felt sick as the day went on. I was dreading going back to the apartment. I didn't want to see her. I hoped to God that my father wasn't there still.

I kept checking my phone to say if there was any missed calls or texts but there was nothing from Char or Clark or my mom. I don't remember the drive home. But when I came home, the weight of everything hit me and I just cried in my car for a really long time. before going upstairs. When I walked in, she was sitting in the living room on the couch and looked like absolute dog shit. As soon as she saw me, she got up to hug me but I pushed her off. I told her she had to pack her things and go. I said I had plans for us. I was going to marry you. I waited for you, she said, I'm sorry, I know, I'm sorry. It's not what you think it is. and I'm like how is it not exactly what I think it is.

Pretty sure my father was inside of you. Unless he's built like a Ken doll and you were just bumping bumps, but I doubt that. She starts sobbing and said that he forced himself onto her. I said I doubt that. I said how long has this been going on for? She said not long and I said what's not long. I said there's no point in bullshitting to me now. Then she tells me that there was a brief thing last Christmas when I went to bed early because I had too much to drink and they kept drinking in the basement and ended up making out on the couch.

Then she said they both woke up and acted like nothing happened until she moved in with me a few months ago and he asked her to come over. She said she didn't want to at first but he said that he'd tell me what they did together. I said bullshit. You still went over. Well, I told her to leave and she wouldn't leave. She literally fell to her knees and told me that she didn't mean to and she was so sorry and she'd do anything. I said, K, well, then I'm leaving. And then she tried to grab onto my knees like she was some little kid and I tried to walk away to pack my bags, but she held on and I ended up dragging her down the hall to our bedroom. Anyways, I ended up packing her shit because I decided I wasn't leaving my home.

I said it's time you get the hell out of here. I carried her bags all the way to the hallway outside of our apartment while she was sobbing and completely losing it. I threw her bags out into the hallway and pried her off my legs. I said if she doesn't leave I'm calling the cops and sending the video to everyone we know. And then that was that. She got up and left. I called my mom later that evening and she asked if I'd seen my father. I said that I had.

She said that she hasn't seen him all day and he's. was supposed to be back from work already. There was a moment that I had thought about not telling her and just hoping my father would tell her. But then I knew that my mom deserved better. So I told her everything. I said, I'm sorry to tell you over the phone like this, but, and then I just let it all out. I sat there sobbing like a baby to my mom. Apparently my dad came back the next day and tried to act like he had just gotten drunk at his brother's place and lost track of time and passed out, but she said she knew everything. She kicked him out of the family home, and we don't know where he's been staying and frankly

don't care. But I guess he's been fired from his job. Thank you, maybe I'll be back with an update. Update, well, I'm back. For a while, I thought about not sending the video to anyone. But then I was sitting at my apartment thinking of the lives that the man I used to call my father and ex just ruined with their selfishness. and I just couldn't stand for that.

There was no way they were going to walk away and scath from this. It was a small town so there were a bunch of rumors going around about why my mom kicked out Clark. I really just couldn't handle the drama anymore and my mom was too nice to say anything. She kept saying he was on a fishing trip. So I sent the video to a family chat and I sent the video to my entire friend group and all of our mutual friends. I just wanted them to hurt like my mom and I. I'll never forget seeing him on my bed with my girlfriend, my love. The woman I wanted to spend forever with and the woman I had admired and adored.

I realized I didn't know her. And I didn't know who Clark was all along. My whole life was a lie and I didn't want my mom to have to make up lies to try to protect some scumbag. After I sent the video, I heard from Schar's older sister, Shea, and she told me she was so sorry for what Shar did. She said she was really rooting for me and I did a lot for her. She said that she still wants to be in my life. I decided to shoot my shot and ask her out and were actually going for coffee next week.

She studied psychology in Edinburgh and was now in the city practicing in her own clinic. Anyways, apparently the video completely leveled Sharr's life and her parents aren't talking to her. They aren't helping her with school anymore either. They were paying for her schooling and so since they've cut her off, she's no longer going to law school. She's also apparently couch surfing with some chick she was at the sorority with. My dad's staying in a camper on some random guys land outside of town. Anyways, I feel good. And I'm looking forward to seeing Shea.

You never know what the future holds. Now on to the next story. Story 2. Wife of 10 days cheated on me with her friend and tried to hide it. So I kicked her out and now she's begging me to take her back. My wife, 26 female, and I, 28 male, were married for 10 days, in a relationship for four years. It was at this point that she started acting guilty and closed off. We had just returned home from our honeymoon, and she'd been back to work as a business.

bartender for three nights. When she came home from work that night, she was later than normal, and I could tell something was off. She got into the shower first, even though it was 3 a.m. She wore more clothes to bed than usual, and laid curled up on the edge instead of cuddling close like she usually did. My wife and I became each other's best friend. Since COVID, we'd grown as a couple and as individuals. We had to work through arguments, disagreement, bad moods and hopelessness. We watched a lot of informational videos about psychology and relationships together. Sometimes it caused a hot discussion, but my wife actually started to acknowledge that she believed too often that she was right and refused to hear me out on sensitive topics. She always

wanted us to be honest with each other, even if it was about us downloading a social media app. We had permission and the ability to check each other's phones. I had a video to channel from when I was a teenager, and I honestly forgot about it until three years into our relationship. When she discovered this old channel, she freaked out on me. She accused me of lying by omission because I never told her about it. I told her she was overreacting because it was old, and I forgot about it. She did not want to hear that she was overreacting, it's like that's all she heard. The day after we were married, a friend of mine reached out to me, regarding a video my wife posted on one of these internet apps. I watched it without telling her, then confronted her about

having an account without telling me. She immediately became defensive, saying she only posted videos of our dogs. I tried to tell her that wasn't the point, that she'd been the one to say we should tell each other if we join one of these platforms because they tend to be toxic and cause problems in relationships. Now was her opportunity to tell me I was the one overreacting. That's when I told her I saw the video and knew that it wasn't of the dogs, it was of her, dancing she was surprised I saw it and knew the truth, but she didn't let that motivate her to take accountability or admit she lied. Instead, she asked me why I had to turn this into a reason to fight and said she didn't want me to make a big deal out of this since she didn't make a big deal out of my video channel. I reminded her that that was from years ago, and this video of her dancing was made the day after our wedding, behind my back. She apologized to me, but it felt forced, like she was cornered into it.

That brings us to ten days after our wedding, when she came home late from work at the bar and shower before laying curled up on the edge of the bed. The bed started shaking a little, it felt like she was stifling her sobs. I sat straight up in bed and asked her if she was okay. She only nodded, trying to cover her face. I turned on the light and stared at her while she cried, expecting her to start talking. She finally admitted she cheated on me, but she didn't say it like that. She said a guy offered to give her a ride home when her car didn't start. She told me she accepted, and that he forced himself on her.

I freaked out. I started screaming and crying in disbelief. I told her we were going to the police. and needed to find this guy. I asked her if she knew him, and what he looked like. She hesitated before answering me. Then she said she didn't want to tell the police because he was a friend of hers. I found it hard to control my breathing, and I started pacing.

It was hard for me to clarify this situation with her because a voice in my head kept telling me that she wanted to sleep with this man. She was only sobbing at first because of the guilt she felt, but she couldn't tell me that because she didn't want to suffer the consequences of cheating. It didn't take long for me to start screaming at her to get out. She didn't want to report this friend of hers for forcing himself on her because she didn't want him to go to jail. I asked her repeatedly if she wanted to have sex with this guy, and she said no. When I asked her to give me her phone, she went silent before asking me why. I said I wanted to check her messages, and she became extremely defensive. She wasn't upset. She wasn't

said anymore. She was mad at me for refusing to trust her. I reminded her that we had a rule between us, that we could always check the other person's phone, because trust is continuously earned. I told her she seemed like she was lying and trying to avoid consequences, so by letting me check her phone, she'd prove her innocence. She refused, so I kicked her out. I started shoveling her stuff out onto the sidewalk. I grabbed trash bags and started throwing anything of hers outside, despite her cries for me to stop and listen. She finally snapped, out of anger, not remorse, and told me I was right, she did sleep with him, and he was better than I ever was. That right there was the warped woman my wife had become. Her ego started

to inflate until she couldn't resist the temptation to find another man. With all the dating apps and throwaway culture we live in, I wasn't really that surprised, I was just extremely disappointed that it happened to me. I love this girl, and I know she loved me, but she let her ego control her decision-making and make her believe she shouldn't have to be held accountable or suffer through any repercussions. After the dust settled, I started my own channel, talking about this crisis and how women today are being told they don't have to compromise, respect, or honor their man. As a matter of fact, many women today foolishly believe they don't need a man or any man at all in life. I became pretty popular, which only made my ex jealous and remorseful.

Months after I kicked her out of the apartment, she started begging my forgiveness. She wants to get back with me badly, and tells me every day that I was and am the man she's meant to be with.