I was having my morning coffee when I received an SMS notification: “Eva’s College Fund: Withdrawal processed. Current balance: [amount].”I spilled coffee on the table. Was this some kind of fraud?!I contacted the bank right away. Turns out, my husband had bought a Porsche Panamera for his mistress! After some digging, I found her number and called Me: “I’m his wife,” I said. She was shocked—he had lied to her, claiming he was single! Her: “Well, I’m his boss. ”But here comes the surprise for him. Instead of fighting, she offered me a deal: I had to… 😨

My husband didn’t just betray me—he gambled everything for a Porsche and a lie. Twelve years of marriage, two kids, and a future shattered by an $85,000 withdrawal.

It started with a bank alert. Eva’s college fund—gone. Charles, my husband, spent it at a luxury dealership. When confronted, he dismissed it. “You’re overreacting,” he said. But I knew better. “Who is she, Charles?” I demanded. His silence confirmed everything.

Digging deeper, I found her: Veronica. Not just his mistress—his boss. Furious, I called her. “He told me he was single,” she said, stunned. Worse? The Porsche was his pathetic bribe for career advancement. But Veronica wasn’t having it. “He lied to both of us. He’s not getting away with this.”

Together, we unraveled his scheme. I reported the unauthorized purchase, froze our accounts, and filed for divorce. Veronica had her own revenge—she fired him on the spot. His career crumbled, his reputation ruined.

Charles fumed when I auctioned the Porsche and restored Eva’s college fund. “You’re ruining my life,” he seethed. I laughed. “You did that yourself.”

As he faded into irrelevance, I stood tall, free at last. And Veronica? She stayed in touch, reminding me, “Charles thought he was playing the game. Turns out, we were better players.”