Revenge on My Cheating Husband with His Best Friend

The day I found out that my heart disease diagnosis was a mistake. It was one of the best days of my life. I was practically bursting with joy as I rushed to find Sean.

But what did I find instead?

He was walking down the hall with his little secretary on their way to her prenatal checkup.

As they walked by, I overheard her soft mocking laugh.

"What if your wife finds out I'm pregnant? What if she gets so upset that she tries to kill herself?"

Sean gently rubbed her pregnant belly, his face unreadable. "Who told her to have heart disease?" he said, his tone calm. "The doctors said if she has the baby, it'll be hereditary. I can't let the family line end, can I?"

Then, he leaned closer to her, whispering, "Besides, if neither of us says anything, how will she ever know?"

I froze. Our eyes locked, and the color drained from his face.

"MMichelle," he stammered, "don’t misunderstand. She’s Grayson Bradford’s girlfriend. He was too busy to come, so I came instead."

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even blink.

Instead, I pulled out my phone and dialed Grayson’s number. "Grayson, do you have other 'girlfriends' besides me? Don’t you dare lie to me—I swear, God is my witness!"

——

I could almost hear his smirk on the other end of the line. "Looks like someone's using me as a shield again, huh?" he said lightly, almost teasing.

Then his voice dropped a notch, a mischievous tone creeping in. "Baby, I’ve booked us a hotel room. Your husband got another woman pregnant. How about I help you take revenge on him?"

Grayson Bradford—Sean’s best friend—had been interested in me for a while.

Normally, I would’ve been furious, blocking him immediately for talking like that. 'How can you say that? Do you have no respect for Sean? I’m his wife!'

But this time? I didn’t.

Instead, I smiled and said, my voice steady, "Give me the room number."

There was a brief pause on the other end, and I could practically feel Grayson’s grin spreading.

"If Sean finds out you’ve been swayed by me, he’ll regret it so much. His stomach will be in knots," he chuckled.

I hung up and saw Sean pacing nervously in the hospital corridor. Every few seconds, he glanced over at me. The guilt was written all over his face.

When he saw me standing there, watching him silently, he froze.

Then he walked toward me, hesitant.

“Michelle, baby,” Sean said, his voice tense. “What are you doing here? Is your heart acting up again?”

He reached out for my hand, but I pulled it away. His face showed concern, real anxiety—and for a second, I almost believed him.

He looked like he cared. But then I remembered how he’d been holding Veronica’s waist less than an hour ago, and the tenderness on his face made me sick.

Less than a month ago, I’d been diagnosed with heart disease.

The doctor had asked me, "Do you have children?"

Sean’s face had gone pale. "What’s wrong?"

“If you don’t have kids, it’s probably for the best,” the doctor had said bluntly. “Your heart condition is entirely hereditary. For the sake of your future child, you really need to rethink having kids.”

Sean had been sad for a while, but he recovered quickly. He comforted me, “Michelle, even if we can’t have kids, I’ll love you with all my heart.”

He promised me we could have a beautiful life together—just the two of us, forever.

That was less than a month ago.

And now? He was here, taking another woman to her prenatal checkup.

Just a few minutes earlier, I had received a call from the hospital. The test results had been mixed up. I didn’t have heart disease at all. I was completely healthy.

But I wasn’t going to tell him the truth. Not yet.

I forced a smile as I replied, “It’s nothing, just some cramps. I came to get some medicine.”

Sean sighed, probably thinking I came to track him down. “Michelle, you’re not overthinking this, are you? I already told you," he explained flatly. "Veronica’s not just my secretary. She’s also Grayson’s girlfriend. You know how close we are. Grayson was too busy to come, so I came with her today for the checkup. I was worried you’d misunderstand."

Sean looked sincere, and his eyes showed no hint of deception.

But to me? It was a joke. He really could lie so casually.

Grayson was waiting for me at the hotel.

Had Sean even thought to check with him before coming up with this excuse?

By now, Sean must've gotten used to using Grayson as a shield whenever things got complicated. And yet, I couldn't help but smile as I grabbed my bag and stood up.

"You guys go ahead," I said. "I’m heading out first."

Sean walked with me all the way to the hospital entrance, his face full of affection. He was laying it on thick.

“Baby, when we get home, I’ll cook for you. I’ll make your favorite oilbraised shrimp,” he said with a soft grin, his eyes full of that phony devotion.

His words dripped with sweetness like I was the only woman in the world. “Next time, I won’t agree to Grayson’s requests anymore. From now on, I’ll stay home with my wife.”

People passing by couldn’t help but glance at us, probably thinking what a lucky woman I was. But all I felt was disgust.

I turned away, fighting the smirk I couldn’t entirely suppress, and hopped into a taxi. But I wasn’t going straight home. Not yet.

“Pull over up ahead,” I told the driver. “Let’s wait here for a minute.”

I had a feeling I needed to see something before I went back to that house.

Just a while ago, Veronica had sent me a message that left a sour taste in my mouth.

“Do you know where this is?” she asked, sending me a picture of the obstetrics and gynecology department. Her tone oozed smugness. “This is the obstetrics and gynecology department. You’ll probably never get a chance to come here in your life. Shame, right?”

The message continued, practically gloating. “Michelle, do you really think Sean loves you? A man’s love means nothing. He even said he’d take me to watch the sunset later.”

She kept on, her words dripping with satisfaction. “He never liked women like you—a dead fish. He says he loves me because I’m ‘open.’ He loves discovering new ‘scenarios’ with me…”

I stared at the screen, her words stinging. But I refused to let her get the best of me. I wasn’t going to play her game.

I waited in silence, the minutes stretching on like hours, until finally, I saw Sean’s car pull out of the hospital parking lot. And, of course, Veronica was right beside him, that smug little grin still plastered on her face.

As the car passed, I saw her lean over and kiss him on the cheek. The sight made my stomach churn.

They parked by the river, and I watched as they exited the car, the golden glow of the sunset painting the sky behind them.

But what was supposed to be a romantic moment quickly turned into something else entirely. They were tangled up on the hood of the car, clothes half off, their bodies pressed together in a way that made my blood boil.

But then, just as things were getting heated, I saw Sean pull back. He frowned, his hands gripping her shoulders as he gently pushed her away.

“The doctor said the fetus is still unstable,” he said, his voice tight. “Don’t be reckless.”

Veronica laughed lightly, teasing him. “Won’t it be fine if we just stay out here?”

Sean didn’t hesitate, his breath shallow. “Fine.”

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of it all crashing down.

“Sir,” I said flatly, “take me back.”

I didn’t need to see any more. They could continue whatever they were doing, but I was done.

As the taxi started moving, I let my mind wander. The years of marriage and the trust I thought we had all felt like a cruel joke now. Sean had always been so good to me.

I remembered how he’d been there for me when I was kidnapped by his enemies while trying to save his sister. His family had been grateful—so grateful they promised to treat me like family for the rest of my life.

But now?

Here he was, having a baby with another woman. All because of a misdiagnosis.

The weight of it was too much to bear, but I couldn’t focus on it for long. Instead, I told the cab driver, “Take me to Fairmount Hotel.”

Grayson had sent me the address and room number. Tonight, I had a feeling things were about to get... interesting.

When I walked into the hotel room, Grayson was wrapped in a bathrobe, looking too comfortable. He flashed me a lazy grin.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "I was just about to change and come find you."

I gave him a sidelong glance. “You are really shameless.”

I walked past Grayson without giving him another look, my mind too focused on the situation to play his games.

Grayson and Sean had been best friends since college. They pursued me at the same time, but I chose Sean and sent him love letters.

Grayson had stepped back, but it wasn’t without some lingering tension.

On the day of our wedding, Grayson hadn’t even shown up. Instead, he had sent us a $5,000 gift through his friends. I appreciated the gesture, but it made things awkward.

Over the past five years, Grayson had dated a few women, but none of those relationships had lasted.

Sean often teased him, “Grayson, can you stop being so picky?”

“Seriously, what kind of girlfriend are you looking for?” Sean would ask, laughing. “I’ve got so many beautiful girls at my company. Let me introduce you.”

But Grayson always had that mischievous glint in his eyes when he’d look at me. “I want a wife like yours.”

And Sean would always turn cold and kick him lightly, pretending it didn’t bother him.

“Don’t mess with me, man. My wife is offlimits," Sean would always say to him. "I’m serious, Michelle is my world.”

But, of course, that was just a onetime drunk joke.

After that, we never brought it up again. Over time, Sean stopped reacting to Grayson’s jabs—he just brushed them off like it didn’t even matter. But I didn’t expect Grayson to take it even further.

One afternoon, I was out shopping, doing my thing, when my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen, and sure enough, it was a message from Grayson.

“Michelle, wanna watch a little office movie?” it said.

The video popped up before I could figure out what he was talking about.

I chuckled at first, thinking it was just another one of his dumb jokes. But when I saw the cover of the video, my smile froze.

It was Sean.

My husband, Sean, looked like a beast, kissing some woman’s neck in an office, holding her close like they were the only ones in the world.

I felt the blood drain from my face. That’s when it hit me—Sean had been cheating on me for who knows how long.

During all those nights, he told me he was working late.

He wasn’t working. He was with his secretary, Veronica. All those late nights? Lies. All of them.

I stood there, shaking, staring at the screen, feeling like the floor was about to drop from under me. I barely had time to process it when I realized I wasn’t alone.

Now, I was sitting in a hotel room. Grayson was standing there, looking way too relaxed for the situation. But when he saw me sitting on the couch, his usual cocky grin faded. His face went red, and he shifted uncomfortably.

“Michelle, you didn’t come here to... mess around with me, did you?” he asked, trying to cover up the tension with a joke. “I mean, you’re so proper, right? You wouldn’t use me like that to get back at your husband. Let me guess... what’s the real reason you came here?”

Before he could finish, I stood up, walked right up to him, and shoved him back against the wall.

His face reddened as he’d just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Michelle, you—”

“Help me get a divorce,” I cut him off, my voice cold and flat.

Grayson blinked, clearly thrown off. “What?”

“I want Sean to lose everything,” I said, my words coming out sharper. “I want his money, his assets, everything. I want it all. Help me with this, and I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Grayson stared at me, and for the first time, I saw something other than his usual teasing grin. Something serious.

“Michelle, you’re... serious?” His voice dropped low, and I could see the excitement flicker in his eyes.

I’d always known Grayson had feelings for me. There was that one time during a game of Truth or Dare when he was drunk out of his mind, and the guys pushed him to say who he liked. He barely mumbled anything, but I could tell he had a thing for me. I always knew.

And now, here he was, practically glowing. He reached out, and without thinking, he linked his pinky finger with mine.

“It’s a deal,” he said, that goofy grin back on his face.

I couldn’t help but glance down at his sharp collarbones. Rationality was screaming at me to stop, but something else was pulling me in.

Before I could even pull my hand back, Grayson grabbed it and placed it on his collarbone.

“You wanna touch it?” he teased. “Don’t be shy. I don’t mind.”

I felt my face go red. This wasn’t why I came here; I hated how my body reacted.

“I didn’t come here to have an affair with you,” I said, trying to push the heat out of my system. “I’m not doing anything until after I divorce my husband.”

Grayson smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Of course, Michelle,” he said, still smiling. “I’ll wait for you.”

...

After leaving the hotel, I wandered the city, not knowing where I was going. I ended up at a bar, trying to drown my thoughts with a few drinks. By the time I made it back home, it was well past midnight.

I expected the house to be empty and quiet. But when I opened the door, I found Sean standing there, looking like he’d been pacing.

The second he saw me, he rushed and pulled me into his arms.

“Michelle, where the hell have you been?” His voice cracked, sounding desperate. “I’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you! Why are you so late? I was freakin’ out!”

I stood there, stiff as a board, in his arms. His eyes were red, his face frantic, like he thought something bad had happened to me.

He held me like I was some fragile thing like I was precious.

I almost laughed in his face. The man who’d been sleepin’ with God knows how many women were now acting like I was his one true love.

It was almost funny... if it wasn’t so damn sad.

For all these years, Sean had played the part of the perfect husband. He cooked dinner and did the little things to keep up appearances for his family, friends, and coworkers—hell, for everyone but me.

To the world, he was the perfect man. The CEO. The doting husband. But behind closed doors? He was a stranger.

Sean knows exactly what bags I like. He fills my wardrobe with the latest collections, paying attention to every little thing. When I mentioned I had a heart condition, he started worrying even more. But even with all that, he still let another woman bear his child.

"Michelle, Mom called. She wants us to go to the house for dinner tomorrow," Sean said, his voice soft as he walked into the kitchen holding a bowl of soup.

I’d been out drinking the night before, and he knew it. So here he was, making me hangover soup with that concerned look he always gave me, the one he saved just for me.

When he handed me the bowl, his eyes were full of care. "We haven’t been to the house in a while. Tomorrow, I’ll take you with me. It’ll be a good chance to clear your head."

I just stared at him, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on me.

"I’m not feeling well tomorrow," I said, my voice flat, numb.

Sean pressed a little more, asking if I was sure, but when he saw I wasn’t budging, he just nodded and went on with his day. Like nothing was wrong.

...

The next afternoon, something clicked in my head. I remembered I’d left a few things at the old house. And if I’m going through with this divorce, I might as well take everything with me. So, I called a taxi and headed over, thinking I’d be in and out without a fuss.

But when I walked in, I wasn’t prepared for what I saw—everyone was there, all smiles, welcoming Veronica.

It felt like a punch to the gut. Sean, who’d never even mentioned her to the family, had brought her to the old house and they were all celebrating her pregnancy like it was the best news in the world.

Sean’s mom was holding Veronica’s hand like she was some sort of queen.

"This is great! Our family will finally have a grandchild!" she beamed.

"I can finally get what I wanted—a grandson to hold soon!" she added, her eyes sparkling with joy.

My sisterinlaw, Tabitha, couldn't hide her disgust. "She’s just my brother’s mistress. What’s the point of her having the child? It’s still an illegitimate one."

Before anyone could respond, Sean’s mom whipped around, furious. "Don’t you dare say such things!"

"If it weren’t for your sisterinlaw not being able to get pregnant, would I have to pray to the gods every damn day for a grandson?" she shouted.

"What’s wrong with an illegitimate child?" she continued, voice rising with every word. "He’s still part of our family!"

And then, as if on cue, Sean's mom turned on me.

"It’s all because of Michelle," she spat. "If she could’ve had a child, you wouldn’t have been stuck with her all these years. Now look at her—heart disease, no children in sight!"

The words sliced through me, and I could barely stop myself from flinching.

"And now she can’t even have children, so what’s the point? She’s infertile, Sean!"

Sean’s mother was relentless. "Hurry up and divorce her. Veronica’s pregnant with our family’s child. Marry her so your son has a real name!"

“Mom, Don’t say things like that!” Sean snapped, his voice low and furious. "Stop! Even if Veronica has a kid, I’ll adopt it and raise it as my own."

Sean's mom just sneered at him. "You really have no backbone, huh? Letting one woman walk all over you."

At that point, Tabitha couldn’t stay quiet any longer. She shot up, her face flushed with anger. "Mom, how can you be so ungrateful? If it weren’t for Michelle, I’d be dead right now. She saved my life!"

"You promised you’d treat her like your own daughter!" Tabitha’s voice was shaking. "It’s just that she can’t have kids. Why are you being so cruel..."

But before she could say more, Sean's mom slapped her across the face.

Tabitha ran out, tears in her eyes, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the house.

For a moment, the room was silent. And I felt something strange—like there were still a few people here who remembered what I’d done for them. But it didn’t matter, because Sean let all this happen. He let other women and other children into our lives without a second thought.

This house… it wasn’t a home anymore.

A few days later, I got a message from Grayson.

[I got it. How do you want to thank me?]

He sent a picture of the divorce agreement. The last page had Sean’s signature on it. I stared at the photo for a moment, my heart pounding.

"How did you do it?" I whispered, barely believing it.

I’d been racking my brain, trying to figure out how I could ever get Sean to sign the papers. I knew he’d never agree to it—not without a fight.

But here it was, in Grayson’s hands—Sean’s signature, clear as day. It was real.

"Call me 'babe,' and I’ll tell you," Grayson teased, a mischievous grin on his face.

I raised an eyebrow, pretending to walk away, but he couldn’t let me go that easily. He chuckled and grabbed my arm before I could make it too far.

"Alright, alright," he said, laughing. "No need to leave. I’ll tell you."

I paused and gave him a questioning look, waiting. Finally, he dropped the bomb.

"It’s Veronica."

I froze for a moment, my mind scrambling to process what he was saying.

Grayson had orchestrated all of this?

He’d had his secretary slip the divorce agreement into the pile of documents Sean was about to sign, hoping to catch him off guard. Sean, distracted by his business, hadn’t even noticed and just signed everything without a second thought.

"That secretary’s been angling for a promotion for a while now," Grayson continued, leaning back in his chair, looking satisfied. "She couldn’t wait for Sean to sign those papers. She quietly tucked the divorce papers among the other contracts. Sean, too busy with his own matters, didn’t notice and signed them immediately."

He explained further, but I wasn’t really listening. My mind was stuck on the picture of Sean, caught up in the same mess brewing for so long.

As Grayson spoke, I couldn’t shake Sean’s voice in my head. Instead of feeling victorious, I felt this strange, aching emptiness.

I remember the time years ago when I almost got into a car accident. Sean had jumped in front of me, taking the hit so I wouldn’t. Even with his leg broken in multiple places, he kept his body between me and danger.

He had said, "Michelle, your parents are gone now. I’ll be the only one you can rely on. I’ll protect you with my life."

I had been so moved, so sure he was the one. But here we were, on the verge of divorce, everything falling apart.

How had we ended up like this?

Grayson didn’t hold back. He forwarded me every single video Sean had stored on his phone—footage of him and Veronica in moments far more intimate than I ever imagined.

There were videos from KTV nights, his living room, and his car. Each one was more passionate than the last, confirming just how far gone Sean really was.

"With this stuff," Grayson said, his voice cold but purposeful, "even if you take him to court for the divorce, you can get everything. He won’t get a penny."

I watched each video silently. Its weight crushed me with every passing second. Tears welled up, unstoppable. Grayson noticed, reaching out and gently wiping a tear away. His gaze was intense, almost unsettling, making my chest tighten.

"Michelle, he’s not worth crying over," he said softly.

I tried to smile, but it felt weak. The pain was still too raw.

Grayson cupped my face before I could say anything, his thumb brushing away the last of my tears.

"Grayson," I whispered, my voice shaky. "You’re also Sean’s good friend, right? For a woman... you’re willing to throw away all those years of brotherhood? Is it really worth it?"

Grayson didn’t flinch. Instead, he looked at me with an expression that made my heart skip a beat.

"Michelle, I admit it," he said, his voice low, almost guilty. "I’m a selfish bastard. I’m downright despicable. But all these years—everything, the friendship with Sean, the partnerships—was just to get you away from him."

I froze. His words hit harder than I expected, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe or think.

Grayson stepped forward before I could process what he’d just said, pinning me against the wall. His breath was ragged, and his face was inches from mine.

"Michelle," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Now that you’ve got the divorce agreement... can we finally…?"

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to meet my lips in a kiss that was equal parts desperate and affirming.

"Grayson," I whispered against his lips, "now I’m your girlfriend."

The words felt heavy, but reality came crashing back before I could even process what had just happened.

The divorce agreement was real. Sean would have to leave the villa and walk away with nothing—everything he’d built, the wealth, the gifts, the life we’d shared... gone.

I packed my things quietly as if nothing had changed. But when I went to grab the last of my things, I ran into Sean.

He probably had just returned from a maternity photoshoot with Veronica—his latest “family” outing.

"Michelle," he said, his voice full of anxiety, "I’ve called you dozens of times. Why didn’t you pick up?"

He hugged me tight without warning, holding me like his life depended on it.

"Don’t cut me off like this," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "I’ll go crazy! Michelle, please don’t do this."

I stood there, silent, my mind replaying everything—the good, the bad, the lies, the betrayals. If there were an Oscar for Best Actor, Sean would have won it.

The next day, he left early again, claiming to have a meeting. But I’d already checked with his assistant—Sean had taken a few days off and hadn’t gone to the office at all.

I had originally planned to pack all his things and be done with it. But then, a much more satisfying idea came to me—a way to hurt him even more.

I took all the designer bags Sean had bought me over the years and sent them out for authentication, only to be told...

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but all these are fake.”

I stood there, completely stunned.

Without missing a beat, I pulled out all the gold, silver, jewelry, and accessories that Sean had given me over the years of our marriage. I watched as they examined each piece meticulously. By the time they finished the appraisal, the staff had fallen into an awkward silence.

“Ma’am, these are also fake.”

I couldn’t help but sneer, a hint of selfmockery flickering in my eyes. 'Sean, is this what you call love? So cheap.'

Later that day, Sean informed me, “Michelle, I’ll be going on a business trip for a few months to negotiate a big deal. You just stay home and rest.”

“I’ll spend time with you when I get back. Be good,” he added with a smile.

I spent the entire day waiting in the living room, hoping Sean would explain.

Instead, I received this message: [Since that’s the case, let me surprise you as well.]

Feeling frustrated, I texted Grayson: [Same hotel, same place. Tonight, no one leaves until we’re drunk.]

That night, Grayson and I ended up drinking too much, our faces flushed from the alcohol. His palms were sweaty, but he held me tightly, treating me like a priceless treasure.

“Did you wear it?” he asked softly.

At that crucial moment, I stopped him.

Grayson’s eyes softened with tenderness as he said, “Michelle, let’s have a child.”

...

Two months later, Sean returned, pretending to have just returned from his business trip.

Little did he know that Veronica had already been sending me messages, frequently updating me on their flirtatious and affectionate escapades. I had grown immune to their attempts, but Sean was still lost in his little world.

He tried to open the door with his suitcase, only to find the lock had been changed.

He frowned deeply. “Why would the lock be changed for no reason?”

Desperate, Sean knocked on the door.

When I opened it, he smiled gently. “Baby, I missed you so much…”

But just as he was about to hug me, his smile froze. He stared blankly at my pregnant belly, his eyes turning red instantly. “Michelle, you’re pregnant... whose is it?”

I casually caressed my belly and replied, “Well, it’s not yours.”

Sean froze, his face draining of all color, pale as a ghost. “No, no way. Tell me, what is going on here?”

In agitation, he rushed toward me, knocking over his suitcase, which clattered loudly to the floor.

“Michelle, you’re joking with me, right? Or are you preparing a surprise for me?” he demanded. But before he could finish, he quickly denied himself. “I... I haven’t touched you in two months. How could you be pregnant?”