At 3:00 AM my husband’s mistress sent me a photo to destroy me, but I forwarded it to the whole Board of Directors of his company Part1

My thumb hovered over the screen for one second.

Then I forwarded the image.

Vanessa in Ethan’s shirt.

Ethan asleep behind her.

The champagne.

The proof.

Underneath it, I typed one message:

“Looks like our CEO has been working very hard on this new project. Vanessa appears deeply committed to supporting him. Congratulations to both of them. May their happiness last a hundred years.”

I hit send.

The message landed in the board chat like a grenade sliding across polished mahogany.

For a few seconds, nothing happened.

Then one person read it.

Then another.

Profile icons began lighting up one by one in the darkness.

I smiled.

Vanessa thought she had destroyed the wife.

She had actually destroyed the husband.

I powered off my phone, removed the SIM card, walked into the marble bathroom, and flushed it down the toilet.

Watching the old version of myself disappear felt strangely peaceful.To continue reading, click Next