For weeks, my husband Chris had been spending extra time helping our elderly neighbor, Mrs. Wilson. She was like family — sweet, frail, and grateful for the support. I didn’t question it until the day I found a pair of unfamiliar women’s underwear in Chris’ jeans while doing laundry. My stomach dropped. Confused and suspicious, I followed him to Mrs. Wilson’s house and saw a young woman lounging inside in a lacy robe. I thought the worst — was he cheating?

When I confronted Chris, he admitted the woman was Amy, Mrs. Wilson’s granddaughter, who had recently moved in to help care for her. He claimed the underwear was hers, accidentally mixed in with laundry he offered to help with. Still uneasy, I visited Mrs. Wilson directly for answers. That’s when she revealed the shocking truth: she had been trying to push Chris toward Amy, believing her granddaughter deserved “a man like him.”

The sweet old woman we trusted had been scheming behind my back, hoping to tempt my husband away and pair him with someone younger. It wasn’t an affair — but it was betrayal all the same. I was stunned, heartbroken, and furious that someone I considered family could manipulate us like that. I told Chris everything, and to his credit, he was horrified and immediately cut all ties with Mrs. Wilson.

Amy was just as surprised and apologized sincerely, unaware of her grandmother’s twisted plan. A few weeks later, we learned Mrs. Wilson had moved into a care home due to declining health. The damage she caused left a deep scar, but it also brought Chris and me closer. In the end, her scheme failed — and karma made sure she didn’t get away with it.