Đòn trả đũa tuyệt tình của ông chồng bị 'cắm sừng'

Tôi in ra 75 trang tin nhắn của vợ với nhân tình, gọi cho luật sư nhờ soạn một thỏa thuận buộc vợ rời khỏi nhà và không được nuôi con.

Vài năm trước, tôi từng tưởng mình có cuộc sống hạnh phúc: Gia đình kinh tế khá giả, hai vợ chồng có sức khỏe tốt, đời sống chăn gối viên mãn, hai con, một con gái 14 tuổi, một con trai 9 tháng đều ngoan ngoãn.

Vợ chồng tôi đều làm việc cả ngày, không có nhiều thời gian dành cho nhau. Thời gian ấy, tôi thấy vợ hay nhắn tin với "bạn gái". Tôi không bận tâm lắm nhưng cũng cố gắng đi làm về sớm hơn, giúp vợ các việc lặt vặt và lắng nghe, quan tâm đến cô ấy.

Một hôm, tôi vô tình thấy vài tin nhắn Facebook của vợ khi sạc pin cho chiếc Ipad cũ đang để cho con trai bé nghịch. Đó là những tin nhắn giữa cô ấy và một anh chàng cùng quê, có tên gọi được tôi viết tắt là JBC. Những tin nhắn này không có gì quá đáng nhưng có vẻ rời rạc và khó hiểu (như thể có những tin đã bị xóa). Tôi nhắc mình phải lưu ý việc này và cố gắng khắc phục những gì chưa ổn giữa hai vợ chồng.

Ngày hôm sau, tôi xin nghỉ để tạo một bất ngờ nho nhỏ cho vợ vui, đặt vài mảnh giấy nhớ ngọt ngào nói với nàng rằng tôi yêu và trân trọng cô ấy thế nào.

Sau đó ít lâu, khi xem lại chiếc iPad, tôi thấy vô số tin nhắn qua lại giữa vợ và anh chàng JBC kia. Họ đã chế nhạo các khuyết điểm của tôi, những bí mật tôi chỉ nói riêng với vợ. Họ nhắn tin sex với nhau.

Ảnh minh họa: Paramount Pictures.

Tôi không dám đối mặt với vợ. Tôi ở lại văn phòng đến lúc vợ ngủ và uống vài ly. Hôm sau tôi xin nghỉ, nằm dài tự vấn bản thân và cố hình dung xem mình nên làm gì tiếp theo.

Vài tuần sau đó, tôi tiếp tục theo dõi sát các tin nhắn của vợ. Họ công khai đã có quan hệ tình dục và gã JBC kia còn khen vùng nhạy cảm của vợ tôi.

I consulted a lawyer and made a decision. Through text messages, I discovered that JBC often came to the town where my family lived on weekends and arranged to meet my wife at a nearby hotel.

One weekend, my wife said she wanted to go to the spa with her close friends to relax. I contacted a lawyer and drew up a separation agreement, stating that my wife would have to move out of the house, visit the children only on weekends, and not be able to stay with the children while waiting for the divorce to be finalized. The next two weeks were the most painful time of my life. After all, all the feelings I had for my wife were dead, the only thing left was boiling anger.

The day of reckoning arrived. I quit my job. I withdrew half the money from the joint account, leaving half for my wife, and set up a salary transfer to a new bank. I closed my investment account and withdrew half in cash to my wife and the other half to my new account. Finally, I printed out a photo of my wife’s text messages, about 75 pages.

The next day, I was at the hotel and called my wife from the lobby. She lied again and said she was with her girlfriend. I went to the front desk and asked to be transferred to JBC's room. It rang three times before he picked up.

JBC: Who is it?

Me: JBC, can you tell my wife to come downstairs?

JBC: I don't understand what you're saying.

Me: Okay. I guess I should call his wife and invite her over (I pretended to know everything but in reality I only knew he was married).

JBC: (Speechless, panicked).

Me: You have 5 minutes.

Less than two minutes later, my wife stepped out of the elevator looking confused. She sat next to me in the corner of the hotel lobby. She explained that things were not as I thought.

Me: I didn’t come here to argue. Everything I need to know is in this pile of paper (the paper where I printed out the text messages between my wife and her lover). The only way I can avoid sending this to our daughter or your parents and emailing it to everyone is if you leave the house immediately. (My wife is a proud person. Our daughter is going through her teenage rebellion phase and she knows that if she finds out about this, she will never see her mother again. My wife is also the darling of her parents and is afraid of embarrassing the family. I know her weaknesses and know she will do anything to protect her reputation).

Wife: Sobbing and scared.

Me: This is enough money for you to have a new place to live.

The wife began to cry and the turmoil of emotions was evident on her face.

Me: Here's the separation agreement. Please read it and sign it. Have fun with JBC. Don't come back home or I'll send these to everyone.

I left and knew she had collapsed. I got into the car and cried like a baby too. I was holding back from crying or screaming in front of my wife.

After that, she texted and called me constantly. I hung up. A few days later, I let her come over to move things and talk to the kids, like mom and dad need to be apart for a while but we still love each other.

A week later, I agreed to talk to my wife. She apologized, knelt down, and cried in my lap, hoping for a chance to make things right. I had no intention of getting back together. I suggested that she go to marriage counseling, that I couldn’t live with her anymore, but that she should stay close to the children and try to maintain a relationship with them.

So from then on she came over to cook and have dinner with the kids 3 times a week (always leaving some food for me), cleaned the house, did the laundry, then left.

A few months later, I myself went to therapy and was diagnosed with depression and post-traumatic stress disorder. I asked my employer for permission to work part-time to deal with personal issues and was immediately approved.

After 6 months of therapy, I told my wife that I couldn't forgive her right away and that I wanted an amicable divorce, but she said she still loved me and hoped that someday we would get back together.

Before the court could make a decision, I needed my children to agree to stay with me. I deliberately let my oldest child find out that her father had searched on Google for information like "how to get over a cheating wife". My daughter came to her father and cried. I told her that she shouldn't have known about this, that her mother had made a mistake but still loved her very much and that I would always be there for her.

It was no surprise when a few months later the court announced that both my children would be able to live with their father in the house they grew up in.

When the divorce was final, I got the house (which I bought with half of my wife's money), custody of the kids, and a pretty hefty child support payment from my wife since I only had income from a part-time job.

Now, two years later, I am living comfortably in that house. Every weekend, my ex-wife comes to pick up the kids and I have a good time online dating.

In my children’s eyes, I am a saint, always devoted to taking care of them and being there when they need me. In my ex-wife’s eyes, I am a desirable man and she is willing to give me sex whenever I want because she still hopes that one day we will get back together. But that will never happen.

According to VNE