My Husband and His Mistress Accidentally Got Into My Taxi So I Gave the Cheater an Anniversary He’ll Never Forget — Story of the Day

Exhausted from a night shift, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw my husband, Jason, with another woman. I stayed silent, plotting his downfall.

I once thought Jason was my luck—charismatic, he embraced my son, Jamie, and me. I helped him get a job; he proposed, promising to provide. I quit my job, but soon Jamie was “a problem,” and Jason’s money never materialized. I drove night shifts to survive.

One night, Jason and Ashley got into my cab, unaware. “Once my wife’s inheritance comes, I’m out,” he said, planning a fake engagement for our anniversary. I drove them to Ashley’s, seething.

On our anniversary, I crashed Ashley’s barbecue with Jamie. “Meet my husband,” I told her stunned parents, dropping my ring. “He’s waiting for my mother’s death to take her apartment.” Chaos erupted. I left.

At the divorce, I got everything. Jamie, my mother, and I started fresh—peaceful, honest, free.