For six months, I believed my husband was fighting for his life. Then I walked into a furniture store and realized he was just fighting to keep his lies straight.
Matt’s elaborate cancer scam included fake doctor’s notes, staged weakness, and a burner phone he used to text me “medical updates.” All while secretly dating Lexie, a woman ten years my junior.
I discovered the truth when I overheard them shopping for their shared apartment. While I’d been working overtime to pay his “medical bills,” he’d been picking out throw blankets and joking about how easily I’d been fooled.
So I gave them the housewarming party of their nightmares.
After hacking Matt’s laptop, I sent invitations to everyone in his life. The guests arrived to find photo walls of Matt and Lexie’s romance, catered food labeled with their names, and a guest book for well-wishers.
When Matt walked in with groceries, the room fell silent. His boss was the first to speak: “So this is where the company’s sick pay went?”
I didn’t stick around for the fallout. By the time Matt came crawling back, I’d already packed his bags.
