I found out that my husband was on a dating app. Instead of confronting him, I created a fake profile and started chatting with him. Playing along, I invited him to meet up for a night out of town. That evening, he told me he had been “urgently called to
work” and left. I stayed silent and let him go. At 5:00 AM, he stumbled home, reeking of alcohol and perfume that wasn’t mine. I was waiting in the living room, his dating app messages open on my phone. His face went pale as I asked, “How was work?” He stammered, trying to
lie his way out, but I didn’t let him finish. I handed him divorce papers and told him to pack his bags. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one he’d been chatting with—karma came for him fast. He left that morning, and I’ve never felt more free.
