My Husband's Mistress Hired Me as Her Housemaid

I never imagined that taking a second job would lead me to the doorstep of my husband's betrayal. But when I knocked over a photo at Vanessa's house, it made me realize the glamorous, wealthy woman wasn't just my employer. She was the reason my marriage was falling apart.

It started with a simple need for extra cash. With two kids, mounting bills, and a husband who was slowly withdrawing, I decided to take on a second job as a housemaid.

What I found there was something that turned my world upside down.

Life with Jack wasn't terrible, but it certainly wasn't what I had envisioned when we got married. Jack was the kind of man who believed his job ended the moment he walked through the door.

Dinner had to be ready, the kids had to be quiet, and the house had to sparkle.

"It's not that hard, Liz," he'd say when I tried to explain how overwhelmed I was. "You're home all day."

Except I wasn't home all day.

I had a full-time office job that left me scrambling to balance conference calls, school pickups, homework, and meal prep.

Jack didn't notice or care. His priorities were simple. A clean house, food on the table, and as little disruption to his life as possible.

Things had gotten tighter financially over the last year.

Jack insisted it was because his company wasn't giving out bonuses anymore.

"We've got to cut back," he said, reducing the amount he contributed to our household expenses.

I'd let it slide at first, figuring we'd make do.

But when I sat down one night to balance our budget, the numbers didn't add up. We were short again, and this time, there wasn't anything left to cut.

Looking at the spreadsheet made me realize I had to do something. If Jack wouldn't help, I had to find a way to make things work.

So, I started looking for part-time work after the kids went to bed. I scoured job boards for anything that could fit into my already-packed schedule.

That's when I stumbled upon Vanessa's ad.

Housekeeper needed. Good pay. Discretion required.

It sounded almost too good to be true, but I didn't have the luxury of being picky.

Vanessa was a vision when I met her. She opened the door in a silky robe that looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine. Her skin glowed and her nails were perfectly manicured.

"You must be Liz," she said.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Please come in," she gestured for me to enter her apartment.

Her place looked like it belonged to a designer catalog.

It had sleek furniture, chandeliers that sparkled like stars, and vases that probably cost more than my entire dining set. It was like stepping into another world, one where money wasn't a problem.

What I liked the most was that Vanessa didn't seem like the nosy type.

She gave me a quick tour, showed me the tasks she expected me to handle, and left me to it. I wasn't going to ask questions.

The pay was generous and I needed the money.

As I scrubbed spotless countertops and tidied closets full of designer clothes, I couldn't help but marvel at her lifestyle. She was everything I wasn't.

For the first few weeks, my side hustle went smoothly. I'd drop the kids off at school, work my office job during the day, and then head to Vanessa's apartment in the evening.

The tasks were simple, the pay was great, and I was getting a glimpse into a life I couldn't imagine.

Meanwhile, the guilt of keeping this from Jack gnawed at me, but I rationalized it. He never asked how I made ends meet, and honestly, I doubted he cared.

Everything changed in the third week.

It was a quiet Thursday evening, and I was dusting the nightstand in her bedroom. That's when I accidentally knocked over a photo frame.

I caught it before it hit the ground, but when I turned it over to set it upright, my heart skipped a beat.

Staring back at me was Jack. My Jack. My husband.

The photo was of him and Vanessa on a yacht, smiling like they didn't have a care in the world. His arm was wrapped around her waist, and they looked so happy.

I stared at the photo in disbelief. How could Jack do this to me?

At that point, everything started to make sense. All the late-night meetings, excuses about finances, and dismissive comments about my exhaustion.

While I was juggling two jobs and raising our kids, Jack was here, funding Vanessa's lavish lifestyle.

I carefully placed the photo back and finished cleaning the nightstand.

I couldn't let on that I knew. Not yet.

If Vanessa didn't recognize me, I could use that to my advantage. So, I plastered on a fake smile, finished my shift, and went home with a new mission.

Operation FOEATA. Find Out Everything About This Affair.

At home, I slowly started to pull back.

I stopped cooking elaborate meals and quit picking up after Jack's messes. I told him work was getting harder and that I didn't have the energy to do everything anymore.

"I'm doing the best I can, Jack," I said coolly. "Work's been rough."

"Work's been rough?" he snapped. "And you think I'm not tired? The house is falling apart, Liz. What happened to you taking care of things like you used to?"

I shrugged. "Things change, Jack. Maybe I'm just stretched too thin."

"Well, figure it out," he rolled his eyes. "I can't keep coming home to this mess."

Meanwhile, at Vanessa's, I started piecing together clues. I spotted the gifts Jack had given her and found handwritten notes in his unmistakable scrawl.

I also overheard Vanessa on the phone, cooing about her "sweet boyfriend." Every detail fueled my growing fury, but I kept my composure.

Then, one evening, Jack dropped a bombshell.

"Liz, we need to talk," he said while standing in the kitchen.

I set down the dish I was washing. "What's this about, Jack?"

"This isn't working anymore," he confessed. "I'm not happy. You're not happy. The house is a mess, you're always tired, and I feel like… like we've grown apart."

"We've grown apart? Jack, this is coming out of nowhere."

"It's not out of nowhere," he said in a defensive tone. "I've been feeling this way for a while, and I think it's better if we just take a break. I'll stay with a friend for now."

I paused for a bit.

A friend? I thought. Really, Jack?

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

"Yes," he said firmly, his eyes darting away from mine. "It's for the best."

I nodded slowly.

"Alright, Jack," I began. "If that's how you feel, I won't stop you."

Two days later, he moved out, and I knew exactly where he was going.

The night Jack arrived at Vanessa's apartment, I was already there. I had finished my cleaning for the day and decided to linger, sipping tea on the plush sofa in the guest room.

I knew he'd show up.

Right on cue, the sound of a key in the lock echoed through the apartment.

I quickly slipped on one of Vanessa's designer gowns that looked like it had never been worn.

My heart raced, but I kept my face calm.

The door swung open, and there he was, dragging his suitcases behind him.

Vanessa greeted him with her usual sultry smile.

"Jack! Finally," she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I was wondering when you'd get here."

Before they could get too cozy, I stepped out of the shadows.

"Welcome home, Jack."

His body stiffened, and he whipped around so fast that he almost dropped his suitcase.

"L-Liz?" he whispered.

I smiled sweetly, savoring his panic. "Surprised to see me?"

Vanessa's brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait, you two know each other?"

"Oh, we're well acquainted," I said. "I'm Liz. You know, Jack's wife? The one he forgot to mention while he was showering you with gifts."

Vanessa looked like she'd seen a ghost. "Jack, what is she talking about?"

"V-vanessa, I—I," he stammered. "This isn't… it's not what you think!"

"Oh, isn't it?" I interjected, holding up a sleek leather jewelry case I had found in one of her drawers. "Recognize this, Jack? These are the gifts you bought her. Thoughtful, aren't they?"

Vanessa's eyes darted to the case, then back to Jack.

"Wait, those aren't just from Jack," she blurted.

"Exactly," I said, flipping open the case to reveal its contents. It had diamond bracelets, ruby necklaces, and earrings that sparkled under the apartment's soft lighting.

"Each one has a little tag. Like this one." I plucked out a necklace and read the tag aloud. "‘From Paul, February 2023.' And this one? ‘From James, December 2022.'"

Then, I looked at Jack and shook my head.

Jack's gaze landed on Vanessa and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Vanessa, is this true?" he asked. "Are you seeing other men?"

"Jack, I can explain," she said. "Those are just gifts! They don't mean anything."

"Right," I scoffed. "Gifts from all your other boyfriends who helped fund this little fantasy life of yours."

"You told me I was the only one!" Jack yelled. "That you loved me!"

That's when Vanessa decided it was time to tell him the truth. She crossed her arms and looked straight into his eyes.

"Oh, grow up, Jack," she said. "Did you really think I'd wait around for you to leave your wife and kids? Please!"

His shoulders slumped as her words crushed his delusions. I almost felt sorry for him, but I wasn't done yet.

"And Jack," I said, stepping closer. "That prenup you insisted on? The one that punishes infidelity? It guarantees I get everything now that you've cheated. So, congratulations! You're homeless and penniless."

"Liz, please," he cried. "We can talk about this—"

"No, Jack," I said firmly. "We're done."

I turned to Vanessa, who looked more annoyed than apologetic.

"Good luck with this one," I said, gesturing to Jack. "He's all yours. Until he runs out of money."

As I walked out of the apartment, I felt a rush of satisfaction. Meanwhile, Jack kept begging me to return, but I didn't even look back.

The divorce was finalized within weeks. And thanks to the prenup, I got the house, the savings, and full custody of the kids.

Jack, on the other hand, was left with nothing but regret.

Vanessa? She moved on to her next target before the ink was even dry on the divorce papers. But she had one regret. That she didn't know her housemaid was actually her boyfriend's wife.

If she'd known, I would've never learned the truth about Jack's late-night meetings and fake financial struggles. And I would've never walked out of our toxic marriage.

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