When Jack returned home, he was furious. He accused me of cheating, showing me a picture of Tom and me hugging. I was shocked. I tried to explain that it was just an innocent hug between friends, but Jack wouldn’t listen.

“How could you do this to me? To us?” he shouted, not even looking at me.

“Jack, please. It was just a hug. Tom is an old friend!” I pleaded.

“I don’t believe you! You cheated on me!” he yelled, and I couldn’t believe the man I loved with all my heart was accusing me of something like that.

Jack and I didn’t have the perfect relationship, just like so many other couples out there, but I had never thought he’d accuse me of being unfaithful to him.

I tried to contact Tom to prove my innocence, but he was unreachable.

As if things couldn’t get worse, Jack’s aunt showed up at our house. She’s this nosy lady, always getting into other people’s business. She caused a ruckus, accusing me of all sorts of things.

I found out she was the one who sent Jack the picture.

“And this necklace Tom gave you is proof that you’re selling yourself to rich guys behind Jack’s back,” she said, waving the necklace in front of Jack.

“Jack, that’s not true!” I pleaded. “The necklace is just a souvenir from his travels. It’s not expensive.”

But Jack was unmoved. He kicked me out of the house that night despite my pleas to let me stay until morning.

“Jack, please don’t do this,” I begged again.

“I don’t care, Emily. You should have thought about that before betraying me.”

“I didn’t betray you! Please, I don’t even have any money on me!” I pleaded, my voice breaking.

“That’s not my problem. Get out,” he said as he slammed the door in my face.

I sat on the doorstep, shivering in the cold, and called my brother Ben, who lived in another town.

“Em? What’s going on?” he asked as he answered.

“Jack threw me out. I’m sitting outside in the cold, and I have nowhere else to go,” I explained, trying to hold back tears.

“What? Stay right there. I’ll be there as soon as I can. It might take a few hours.”

Four hours later, Ben arrived, looking really angry.

“Em, are you okay? How could he do this to you?” Ben asked, wrapping his arm around me.

“I’m freezing. Can we just go?” I said, shivering due to the cold.

“If it weren’t for you, I’d give him a piece of my mind right now,” Ben muttered, glaring at the house.

Ben led me to his car and helped me inside. “Em, this is unacceptable. You deserve so much better,” he muttered as we drove away.

After that, Jack went totally no-contact with me and my family members. I could only get a hold of him through his coworker Ali, who told me that Jack just needed some space “to heal.”

Things only got worse from here on.

Jack didn’t ask about me throughout the whole pregnancy. Instead, he made posts about “his wife cheating on him” on Facebook and posted pictures with random girls.

I don’t know who they were; he never answered my texts or calls.

He wasn’t there at the birth of our boy. He didn’t come even after three days, even though I made sure to inform him. My brother had to go to his house and bring him.

When Jack finally showed up at the hospital, he didn’t even look at me. Instead, he went straight to the nurse.

“I need a paternity test,” he demanded.

The nurse looked at him, shocked. “Sir, your wife just gave birth. Are you sure you want to do this now?”

“Yes, I need to be sure,” Jack insisted.

I watched in disbelief as the nurse took our baby’s blood sample. Jack stood there, arms crossed, not even glancing at his newborn son.

“Jack, how could you do this?” I asked, tears welling up in my eyes. “He’s your son. You should have been here for us.”

“I need to know for sure, Emily,” he replied coldly.

When the results came back, the nurse handed them to Jack. He read the paper, his face turning pale. “It’s… it’s mine,” he stammered.

Jack looked at me, his eyes full of regret, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel any sympathy. He had abandoned me when I needed him the most, and no amount of apologies could change that. It was time for revenge.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I reached out to Tom and explained the situation. He was more than willing to help me get back at Jack. Also, all this while I made sure Jack didn’t come close to MY child.

Tom and I took some time to gather evidence that could clear my name. Tom had photos and messages that proved our interaction was purely platonic.

With Tom’s help, I also found a reputable lawyer to handle the defamation case my husband had unknowingly set up for me by publicly accusing me of infidelity.

“With this evidence, we have a strong case. We’ll make sure justice is served,” my lawyer assured me.

Next, I reached out to a few of Jack’s closest friends and colleagues, people who knew us both well. I showed them the evidence and told them what had really happened. Slowly, word started to spread that Jack had made a grave mistake.

Then, while Jack was away on another business trip, I managed to get into our house with an old set of extra keys I had and my lawyer by my side.

We collected all the documents and personal items I needed, but I left behind some key pieces of evidence: the positive pregnancy test, the doctor’s confirmation of the pregnancy, and a heartfelt letter explaining the situation and how devastated I was by his actions.

In the letter, I wrote:

Jack, you have destroyed the trust and love we built over the years. This is the proof of our baby, whom you doubted and abandoned. I am leaving you not out of spite but to protect myself and our child from your toxicity. You will never see us again unless it’s through a courtroom. Goodbye.

I also contacted his boss and provided him with the evidence, making sure to highlight the emotional and psychological stress Jack had caused me, and how the situation could potentially affect his work performance.

When Jack returned home and found the letter, the evidence, and the empty house, he was forced to confront the reality of what he had done. He tried calling me, but I didn’t answer. Instead, I let my lawyer handle all communication.

The turning point came when I posted my own side of the story on social media, complete with evidence of my innocence and the false accusations. The outpouring of support from friends, family, and even strangers was overwhelming. Jack found himself isolated and ashamed.

Eventually, Jack showed up at my brother’s house, begging for forgiveness. He was in tears, on his knees, pleading for a second chance.

“Emily, please, I’m so sorry. I made a mistake. Please forgive me.”

It was my turn to dismiss him.

“No, Jack. You hurt me too much. You didn’t trust me when I needed you the most. There’s no going back from that,” I replied firmly.

“But it’s my baby too. I have a right to see him,” he said desperately.

“Then why didn’t you show up for his birth? Leave and never come back!” I said firmly.

I divorced Jack and pursued full spousal and child support from him while limiting contact. The legal battle was tough, but with the solid evidence and support I had, I won. He was ordered to pay a significant amount in spousal and child support, ensuring a comfortable life for our baby and me.

I also decided to take my revenge a step further.

I knew he loved his high-end, expensive lifestyle, so I anonymously tipped off the IRS about his questionable financial practices. Soon, he found himself under investigation for tax evasion, adding to his woes.

In the end, Jack lost not only his family but also his reputation and a good portion of his wealth. Meanwhile, I moved on, focusing on my baby and my new life.

Do you think what I did was right?