While away on a short work trip, I checked the baby monitor expecting to see my toddler asleep—but instead, a strange woman was tucking him in like he was hers. That moment shattered my world and ended my marriage. What came next was quiet, deliberate revenge.

Logan and I had been married three years. We had our routines, our inside jokes, and our sweet baby boy, Ben. Life felt steady and loving—until that night at the hotel when I saw her on the screen, calm and familiar, kissing my son goodnight like she belonged there.

Logan wasn’t home when I called. His voice was casual, but when I asked who the woman was, he hung up. My brother rushed to the house and overheard them arguing. The woman told Logan, “When you divorce your wife, Ben will be my son too.” My knees buckled.

I flew home and filed for divorce immediately. I got full custody. Logan sobbed in court, but I was done. Weeks later, I booked a personal styling session with “Claire” under a fake name. When we met, I calmly showed her the baby monitor photo. Her face drained. I handed her a therapist’s card and walked away.

Now it’s just me and Ben—and peace.