My Husband’s Lover Came to Me for a Massage, Not Knowing I’m His Wife

I thought my marriage to Henry was unshakable until Emily, a glamorous client, walked into my massage studio. As I worked, she vented about her “complicated” boyfriend’s messy divorce and his “boring” wife, unaware I was that wife. Her phone revealed a photo with Henry, my husband of 12 years. Shocked, I noticed her temporary paralysis from a pressed nerve during the massage. I confronted her, revealing the house was mine and I had

proof of their affair. With evidence from her phone, I told her their relationship was over. That night, I confronted Henry, who paled as I laid out the texts and photos. I filed for divorce, keeping the house and our boys. Henry moved out, and Emily left when he couldn’t deliver her dream life. Though painful, I walked away stronger, vowing never to look back.