On my husband’s birthday, a surprise cake delivery arrived. Assuming it was a gift, I put it in the fridge without checking. Later, as guests celebrated, I opened the box—and my stomach turned. The cake featured a screenshot of my husband’s affair with someone named Taylor.

I waited until everyone was gathered to reveal the truth. As he leaned in to blow out the candles, I stopped him. “Before you make your wish, maybe you should read the cake.”

The room fell silent as guests saw the incriminating messages. My husband’s face went pale as I confronted him. “While I was planning this party, you were planning your next visit with Taylor.”

The party ended in chaos, with friends and family leaving in shock. That $30 cake destroyed my marriage but gave me the perfect slice of revenge. Now, I’m moving forward to a life free of betrayal—one where I can finally have my cake and eat it too.