I’ve been stalking my husband’s mistress.
She lives a glamorous life-she resides in a villa in an upscale neighborhood, drives a car worth millions, and is a pampered heiress.
Even when she’s out on a date with my husband, she has to be home by a certain time.
“I’m sorry, my father is very strict,” she would say.
To defend my marriage, I secretly took some photos and sent a message to that strict father of hers.
“Did you know your daughter is someone’s mistress?” It took a long time before he finally replied. “I know.” “I’m the one she’s cheating on.”