“Because someone had to,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration. “I’ve been watching him lie and cheat for months. Bragging about you, laughing about how ‘easy’ it is to fool you.
It made me sick.”
I swallowed hard. “How did you even get my number?”
“I left the company a month ago for greener pastures after working to secure the venue for the office party,” she admitted. “But before I quit, I saw what kind of man he is.
I found your number in the emergency contact database. I know it was wrong, but you needed to know. My husband, Ted, was the same way.
I left him two years ago and vowed never to stand by and see the same thing happen to another woman.”
Her words hit me like a freight train.
“I got another female colleague to attend the party and shadow Brian, at the opportune moment, she called you and let you hear him berate you before giving me back my phone. I’ve been hiding outside the venue in my car, waiting for you to arrive and confront him once and for all. You deserved the truth, Emily.”
I should’ve been angry—should’ve felt violated—but all I felt was gratitude.
“Thank you,” I whispered before hanging up.
I was ready to go home and lick my wounds and felt it pointless to meet Valerie. She’d played her part, and now it was time for me to play mine.
The next morning, I woke up with a clarity I hadn’t felt in years! Brian’s belongings were packed and waiting outside the door.
When he came home last night, his key wouldn’t fit the lock because I put a keyhole cover we had in the house.
I don’t know and don’t care where he slept last night. His phone buzzed with a single text from me that morning: “Enjoy.”
And for the first time in a long time, I smiled. Not because of revenge, but because I finally took back control of my life.
Divorce was the next thing on my to-do list that day, and I couldn’t wait to take him for all he’s worth!
