My Husband Cheated on Me with Our Daughter’s Friend Days Before Our 40th Anniversary – So I Set a Trap He Never Saw Coming

Four days before our 40th anniversary party, I picked up my husband’s phone by mistake.

A message flashed from a contact marked ❤️:
Tomorrow. Same place. Don’t be late. 😘

I opened it.

Months of texts. Photos. Lies scheduled around my book club and visits to my mother. And then I saw her face.

Georgia — my daughter’s best friend. The girl who called me her second mom.

I didn’t scream. I took screenshots, sent them to myself, and put the phone back exactly where it had been.

Then I changed the party.

The night arrived: crystal lights, a string quartet, our children, speeches about forty beautiful years. Stefan held my waist, smiling like a man who believed in forever.

Halfway through dinner, the doors burst open. A handsome young man ran in with roses.

“My love!” he shouted.

Gasps filled the room. Stefan erupted.

I walked to the microphone.

“This,” I said, “is what betrayal looks like.”

The screen behind me lit up — our wedding photos, our babies… then the messages. The motel. Georgia in his arms.

Silence shattered into whispers.

I nodded to the man beside me. “An actor. Fake.”

I faced Stefan. “You couldn’t survive five minutes of pretend. I survived the real thing.”

I handed him an envelope.

“Divorce papers. Happy anniversary.”

I lost my husband that night.

And finally, I found myself.