I gave up my career to become the perfect wife — cooking, cleaning, keeping every detail to my husband Kevin’s standards. I recorded everything just to keep track — and eventually, to keep myself sane.

Then one day, I saw Kevin lie about going to work. I followed him, and what I found shattered me: he was meeting a much younger woman. But I wasn’t the only one spying — her father was there too. We joined forces. I wanted proof for the divorce; he wanted to show his ex-wife what their daughter was really up to. We staged a confrontation at her house — lights flipped on, cameras ready. When Kevin and his mistress walked in, expecting a romantic night, they were greeted by both of us — and the girl’s furious mother. The fallout was swift. Kevin lost everything: the money, the home, and me. The girl? Cut off by her parents. I walked out with my dignity, a fresh start… and one last recording: “Revenge tastes better than lemon tart.” To be continued…