My husband had to attend a Christmas party at work, so I jokingly wrote on his chest, “This is my husband; if you touch him, you’ll pay for it. ” He returned home in the morning and was slightly intoxicated. When I helped him undress and put him to bed, I saw a reply on his back savina…(continue)👇👇

At first, I laughed off the mysterious message, but it stuck with me all night. The next morning, I asked my husband, Travis, about his office party. He said they hit a bar and ended the night at a club, brushing off the message as a drunk joke from a colleague. Still uneasy, I turned to my mom, who suggested putting a GPS tracker on his car. I hesitated but agreed, needing peace of mind.

For a week, I monitored his routine — until one night, he claimed to be working late. But the tracker showed his car heading far from the office. I followed, heart racing, and found it parked outside a beautiful house. Hours later, I watched Travis walk out — smiling — followed by a woman who kissed him. My worst fears confirmed, I took photos and confronted them. She didn’t deny it. Instead, she told me I deserved better.

Travis was speechless. I walked away, and when I got back to my car, my mom had already sent me a divorce lawyer’s number. That night, instead of celebrating Christmas, I gave myself the gift of freedom — and a new beginning.