Reddit Stories - BETRAYED_ UNCOVERING a Lifetime of Deceit at the WORKPLACE_

Episode Date: October 26, 2025

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I hope you enjoy this story. Discovered my spouse of two decades being unfaithful with his junior colleague at work, she added me as a friend to conceal their actions. However, they both faced consequences when she found him with someone else. Woman. Hi all. It's my first time here. I guess I just need to get this out there and tell my story.

My husband of 20-something years has been cheating on me with his business partner. My husband, 45M, will call him Michael, and I, 45F, had built a life together in Seattle over the past two decades, weathering storms both metaphorical and literal. A bit of background, our story began on the campus of the University of Washington. We were young and filled with dreams. Our connection was immediate. Michael was the charming, intellectual type, with a quick wit and a smile that made my knees buckle. He was studying business, and his ambition was evident in everything he did.

Everyone loved him. He was just so charming, and smart. Or so I thought. I never thought he'd be stupid enough to cheat on me. I, on the other hand, was an art major. Our worlds couldn't have been more different, but somehow, they collided and merged seamlessly. I was so shy and insecure back then. I hadn't had a serious boyfriend before him.

And I was so shocked that Michael was giving me the time of day. I wasn't really the type to get attention from boys. So I sort of melted in his arms and just stayed there. Our paths crossed in a coffee shop near campus where we both sought refuge from the rain that frequently graced the city. Surprisingly it wasn't ever really busy. It was quiet and we both enjoyed the solitude. I remember I was sipping a cappuccino and sketching in my notebook when he approached. On this particular day it was abnormally full and with a friendly smile, he asked if he could share my table.

I agreed, and that simple act of courtesy set the stage for the rest of our lives. As we talked, it became apparent that we were kindred spirits in many ways. We shared a love for music, books, and a sense of wanderlust that drove our desire to explore the world. Michael had a knack for making me laugh, and his laughter was infectious. We found ourselves spending hours in that cozy coffee shop, discussing our dreams and aspirations, as well as the challenges we faced. Our relationship blossomed over shared study sessions, long walks along the university's paths, and countless hours of conversation.

It was in those moments that we discovered a connection that transcended our differences. In the midst of college lectures, late-night conversation, and shared dreams, our love deepened and grew. We realized that despite our different paths, we were two halves of a whole, each complementing the other in ways that words could never express. Our journey through college was marked by the challenges and triumphs that all students face, but it was also a time of growth and discovery. We supported each other as we pursued our individual passions, and our love provided a steadfast

anchor in the ever-changing sea of life. Fast forward a few years, Michael had become a partner at a high-profile company, while I had followed my passion for art, but we had remained solid. We didn't have children, but our love had filled every corner of our home. It's just something that ever really came to fruition, but neither of us seemed to care. I was so proud of Michael, watching him put on his perfectly tailored suits every morning, heading off to conquer the corporate world. I always believed in his ability to succeed. but little did I know that his success would lead us down the path I find myself on today. It wasn't long before Sarah, 37F, not her real name, protecting her identity, joined Michael's company. Sarah's a bright and ambitious woman in her late 20s with pretty blonde hair and she's sharp. Real sharp. I absolutely adore her and I trust her with my life. When Sarah and I finally met at a company party, we instantly clicked. We spent hours talking and laughing, sharing stories and secrets like we'd been friends for years.

She'd been so good for Michael and the company. Or that's what I like to tell myself. And I should have guessed why. I'm pretty sure she was sucking his dick this whole time. She sure has a talent for making friends. She just wanted to get close to me so she could make sure I had no idea about her and Michael. And until she came, I have to admit, Michael did work. late nights, but I didn't really second-guess it. I just thought it was a trick of the trade.

Then when Sarah joined, I was getting jealous. I just had this horrendous feeling that something was going on. I asked him who he was working with, he never mentioned Sarah, he said he was at the office alone. There were a few times I would drive by the office and I'd see Sarah's car and I'd call from the street to see if he'd answer and he actually would. I asked if he was coming home soon, and he'd admit he was just crunching numbers with Sarah and he'd give me a time that he'd expect to be back and he'd always show up at home on time. But still something felt off. I checked his clothes and there wasn't ever lipstick on the collar and his shirts never smelled of segs or perfume. But later I'd come to find that he had dry clean clothes in a closet at work and would literally change after his s-excapades before he got home.

Sick. I know. He had a work phone that I never had access to. to because of confidentiality so I couldn't even check his work phone. But that didn't stop me from checking his personal phone. But it was totally clean. I even downloaded an app on it to see if there was anything he was hiding. Nope. Nothing. Totally clean.

What I found super weird and suspicious was when Michael would go on a business trip and he told me Sarah wasn't going. There were a couple times that I asked Sarah to come by for a girl's night and some wine and cheese, but she was always conveniently either sick and couldn't come over or she was going on a weekend trip to see her mom in Vancouver. Hmm. I didn't believe it. On top of that, I'd ask him to stay home a couple of nights a week because I was starting to feel a little neglected. Since Sarah had started, it seemed like he was working a lot more hours. He was putting in the hours all right. Just not with me. We'd have Sags maybe once a week and when we did, he didn't even come. I caught him. He just faked it.

Don't me how, some things need to remain a secret. But he was definitely faking. When I confronted him about it in the moment, he said he was just tired and dehydrated. And then I said he's been working too much and I said he hasn't been spending enough time at home with me and now it's affecting our Sags life. Well, then he got all mad and tried to blame his inability. to follow through on his busy schedule. I wasn't having it. Then I doubled down and said he's spending more time with Sarah than his own wife. Well, then he tells me I'm overreacting and I have no idea the pressure he's under.

Then I say I can't compete with a woman nearly ten years younger than me and I don't know how he keeps up with her. I was really trying to get him to admit something. Then he says he has no idea what I'm talking about. and I poke the bear and I say I'm pretty sure you do. And then he goes, I can't deal with you right now. And he packs up some clothes and he leaves the house. Well, the next day, I decided to do a bit of investigating of my own. So I do a drive by his work in the morning to see if his car is there.

It's not. I had a hunch I knew exactly where he'd be. Sarah's. So I make my way to Sarah's condo and low and low. and behold, I find his car parked on the street probably a block away. Well, I parked right behind his car and I made my way to her front door. I start recording on my phone. I ring the doorbell and I don't hear anything right away.

Then I hear some commotion. I ring again. Then I hear someone coming down some stairs and the door opens. It's Sarah and she's wearing an oversized t-shirt, her hair's all messy, and she's got tiny shorts on. Op, what are you doing here? I'm looking for my husband. I want to speak to Michael. Michael?

Why would Michael be here? You tell me. Op, what are you talking about? Is everything all right? Then I push my way in and look for his shoes, but she's obviously hid them before opening the door. I go up the stairs and into her living room area. I see two cups of coffee on the coffee table. You've got company.

I say, Op, please. I'd appreciate an explanation. I don't know what you're looking for. I cut her off and I make my way into her bedroom and I see my husband sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers and he looks like a deer in headlights as I walk through the door. Op, this isn't what it looks like. I didn't have anywhere else to go so I crashed here. Oh, you crashed right in between her legs.

Then Sarah comes up to me and says I should leave. And I tell Michael to not bother coming home and I'll have his stuff packed and shipped here. He tries to follow me out the door and he tries to grab my waist and I tell him to not lay a hand on me. And then he starts pleading and he's following me down the street in his boxers and I tell him it's over and I'm done. He's a cheating pig and I gave him everything I had. I was loyal. I supported him through thick and thin. I sacrificed my passions and my own career.

Well, because of the kind of business my STBX is in, we have lawyer friends all over, and all I had to do was make a few phone calls. Luckily our friends always liked me better after Michael was starting to burn some bridges. So I'm all set there. I wanted to bring him down. He had been the love of my life and obviously I was nothing to him. We never signed a pre-nup because he both had nothing. before we were married. We started from nothing. I went with him all the way. I was all in. And now I want what put into this. I'll be damned if I came all this way for someone like him to

cheat on me. I'm going to get the divorce papers all set and then have them serve him at work. Mike called me non-stop and I eventually blocked him. I had a girlfriend help me pack his stuff like I said I would and she dropped it off at Sarah's place for me and she said his car wasn't. wasn't parked anywhere in sight. Apparently he wasn't there. Later that week, Sarah has the guts to come by the house and she's trying to tell me that what I saw wasn't the whole story. She said she's not talking to Michael anymore either. I stood behind a closed door rolling my eyes and watching her through my ring camera. I told her if she doesn't leave I'm calling the cops and then she says she just has to let me know something and that she's sorry blah blah blah. So I start recording a video

and I tell her she's got two minutes before I call the police. She starts confessing that her and Michael had been sleeping together since shortly after they started working together. Hmm, yep. That's definitely what I was picking up on. She said she recently caught Michael with this other woman on his recent business trip to Los Angeles because she had tried to go to his room to seduce him one night

after they had agreed to quit their affair because he said I was onto them. She heard this woman in his room and things didn't sound innocent. On top of that, she caught them at the bar the night after. When they got back from the business trip, she convinced IT to provide access to his emails. And this idiot had been using his business emails to send explicit messages to her. He probably thought I'd never see this way. I stood there, stunned, unable to comprehend what she had just said.

Why, I finally managed to choke out. She said he came on to her shortly after she started. and it was a late night at the office. She said they had just celebrated a big win and were drinking and one thing led to the other. She said she felt like she needed to befriend me so that I'd never find out. Yep. Again. I felt that.

But she ended up really liking me and felt bad after a while. But that still didn't stop them from having casual sex. She said it was just a way to get the tension out most times. I asked her to stop and to leave. I couldn't hear anymore. I wanted to vomit. Sarah left, and I immediately called the bastard. I know everything.

Sarah told me everything. I had him serve that same day after making a quick phone call. He tried to call me and was texting me and leaving me messages, pleading with me and swearing that what Sarah was saying was a lie because they were a part of a lawsuit. He was trying to end her partnership with the business and she was trying to blackmail him. And I couldn't help myself so I texted back, blackmailing him with this new blonde. And I sent a photo of her. Then he didn't respond.

Sarah didn't speak to me after that either because her and Michael were going through a lawsuit that I didn't know about until a bit later. But I guess he did try to cut things off with her because I was starting to question him and that's when she wasn't having it. So then he went the route of trying to cut her out of the business because things were getting ugly with her, the side piece, and then she really wasn't having it. Then she sued. And then he countersued. Well, she knew all of his business trips for the next few months after that, followed him to L.A. because why not, and caught him cheating on her and me. L.O.L. I guess she couldn't kick him where it really heard until she got me involved. She knew I had the power to take it all. And I did. Well, I ended up with the house in Seattle and we've had to split and share

half of our investments. And a long time ago he gave me a share in the company, and I still have that. I have to roll up my sleeves and really grasp what that means because he was sort of in charge of all of that up until now. Anyways, let's just say I am able to retire happy and spend the rest of my days doing what I love, making art. I've been able to do quite a few pieces in this time and I'm looking to showcase them in the upcoming weeks at a local gallery here that's run by one of my best friends. It's not the way I foresaw my life going, but it seldom ever turns out the way you wanted to. Now on to the next story. Story two. Discovered my pregnant wife's year-long affair with her yoga trainer. I got revenge by exposing her nudes, destroying her reputation,

and winning full custody. My ex-wife Taylor and I were married for only two years before our divorce. My wife and I met at a mutual friends party. We were both there with our different groups of friends, and we started a conversation, and things took off from there. A week after we met at the party, we had our first date, and on our second date, I asked her to be my girlfriend, and she said yes, we dated for a year and nine months and married afterward.

Most people would say our falling in love and marriage was fast, but I don't think that has anything to do with my wife cheating. Before Taylor and I married, I knew she was one of those women who loved to be in shape at all times. She loved yoga and was part of a yoga morning-slash evening class. I had no issue with Taylor staying fit or attending her yoga classes. I knew it was something she loved, and I even encouraged her to keep going to her classes even on the days she didn't feel like. it. Taylor and I barely had any issues in the two years we were married. We respected each other and were careful with our words, no matter how angry we were. Regarding finances, Taylor and I worked very hard and did our best to take care of the house, support our parents from time to time, and

take care of other things. Taylor was already three months pregnant, so we had a year-plus old son before we divorced, and his birth brought us so much joy. I always wanted to be a father, and finally, having a son calling me Daddy was a source of strength. I grew up without a dad, and I promised my son that I would do everything possible to give him a comfortable life, and that's why I did two jobs a day to keep things going for me. On her end, Taylor was a good mother to our son, and she took great care of him. Undoubtedly, we were a happy big family with many beautiful memories. But shortly after Taylor and I clocked two years of marriage, I found something that scattered everything we built. One day, I was at home resting on a weekend. Saturdays were

usually my day off, and I picked Saturdays to relax, help around at home, and, most importantly, spend time with our son. That Saturday, Taylor had taken our son to grocery shopping, and I was all alone at home. There was nothing to do, so I became bored and decided to go through our family pictures on the tablet. The tablet was a shared gadget between my wife and me, and we usually left it at home. So to ease my boredom, I started looking at the pictures from when our son was in his mother's stomach down to when he was born till his current state. I was there savoring the moment when I noticed that my wife's cloud was connected to the tablet. By this time, I was done looking at all our family pictures, and I thought it was a good idea

to go through her photos, hoping that I'll stumble on some of our old dating photos. Immediately I accessed my wife's gallery. The first few pictures I saw were pictures of her half-naked, without a bra, and other revealing and sensual pictures. Immediately I saw them, I was confused because my wife had not sent me those pictures, and seeing her nudes on her phone made me feel that something was wrong. Even while we dated, she wasn't the kind of woman that was comfortable with sending me her nudes, and I never asked for them.

So, I was surprised that she had those kinds of pictures on her phone. I know I trusted Taylor so much, but despite trusting her, the thoughts that she was actually sending those pictures to someone else kept coming to my head. I tried to fight it off, but the harder I tried, the more difficult it was to resist. After trying to keep the thoughts away, I decided to do some digging, and I could access some of her messages through her cloud. Once I could do that, I found a couple of messages between her and her yoga trainer, and it insinuated that something was going on between them. So that evening, when Taylor came home, I acted like everything was fine, and we all had dinner together. That night, after she slept, I went through her actual phone,

and I was shocked to my bone marrow to see sensual WhatsApp messages between Taylor and her yoga trainer. From what I found out, Taylor and her yoga trainer started dating one year after we married, and I didn't smell a rat the whole time. Everything was still going on normally with her, and she still cared for me and our son like she did from the beginning, and that's why I didn't suspect anything. That night, I badly wanted to wake her to explain, but I had to control my emotions. I took screenshots of their chats and erased every trace that I had touched her phone. Three days after I had gathered everything, I sent them to her yoga facility, and her yoga trainer ended up getting suspended. Taylor also had to stop going there because she could not stand

the shame and all the terrible things her colleague would say about her. To add salt to injury, I specifically sent her nudes and other sensual photos to a lady in her book club whom I knew Taylor never liked. The lady was a blabbermouth, which was the main reason she and Taylor did not get along. I was sure the lady would do a great job in broadcasting in telling everyone in their book club about Taylor's infidelity, and that's what happened. She lost all her valuable friends, ruined her reputation, and stopped attending book club meetings. Meanwhile, while all of this happened, Taylor did not know I was the one behind it. She kept coming up with excuses why she wouldn't go to her yoga classes and her book club meetings. I knew she was lying, and I kept

playing along with her. Eventually, when I couldn't keep up with the pretense, I confronted her and told her someone told me about her affair with her yoga trainer. When I said so, she started begging me immediately, and she claimed there was a mix-up somewhere and told me she would never cheat on me. That was funny coming from someone who dated her yoga trainer for one year under my nose. When she assured me she could never cheat on me, I told her I didn't want our marriage anymore because I knew the truth, and she started to cry. Before the confrontation, I had conducted a paternity test. My son and I were a match. She even started to abuse me that I was taking the words and gossip of strangers over her words, but I couldn't stand her pretense, so I kicked her out.

Kicking Taylor out of my house and life was difficult, but I had to do it anyway. After a few weeks, we divorced, and with the help of a good lawyer, I got custody of our son. It's been two years since Taylor, and I went our separate ways, and each time I remember, it hurts me that she had no regard for our marriage or me, and she stopped so low to have an affair with her yoga trainer. I feel sorry for any other man that will end up with her because she's such a good actress.