All I wanted was a relaxing lunch with my coworkers and a plate of calamari. My husband, Tom, was supposed to be away on a business trip, so I planned to unwind. But when I walked into the restaurant, I saw something that turned my world upside down. There he was Tom sipping coffee and grinning at his phone like a teenager in love. My heart dropped. Who was he smiling at? He hadn’t texted me all day.

Then things got even stranger. A man I didn’t recognize walked in, handed Tom an envelope, and left. I repositioned myself for a better view. Inside the envelope were photos of me. Clear as day. Turns out, the man was a private investigator. Tom had hired him to frame me for cheating. Why? Our prenup said any cheating spouse walked away with nothing.

But Tom was already cheating and plotting to get everything by making it look like I was unfaithful first. I let him play his game. A week later, he filed for divorce. In court, he presented his “evidence.” Then it was my turn. With confidence, I presented my proof including the photo I’d taken of him receiving the envelope.

His plan crumbled. I walked away with my dignity, my freedom, and everything I deserved. He was exposed, and karma did the rest. And me? I never got my calamari. But I got something better a fresh start.