Clean Revenge

f**k that ass hole! He cheated on me and now I’m the one suffering. Two weeks ago, I came home early to find my fiancé in bed with another woman. He was working from home, and I was hoping to surprise him with some lunch and a quickie between meetings. Peter usually worked in his upstairs office, so I’d planned to sneak in, strip naked and present myself to him. Instead, as I inched the front door open and crept up the stairs, I could hear faint moaning coming from our bedroom. I guessed he was watching porn, relieving some work tension. He did that quite a bit. I smiled to myself, thinking maybe we could watch together whilst we had s*x. It wasn’t my preference, as Peter usually paid more attention to the women on the screen than he did me, but I really wanted to be with him. As I approached the slightly ajar bedroom door, I peered in to see him and another woman naked. She was on top, riding him, bouncing up and down, moaning and groaning, in MY f*****g bed! I stormed in, screaming like a mad woman. The two of them jumped out of bed and stared at me in disbelief. The woman tried to explain, make out like I was stupid, and it wasn’t as it seemed, the usual s**t that a cheating w***e would say. I looked down at her naked body and noticed the wedding ring on her finger. “Your husband know about this? About you f*****g other men? About f*****g my fiancé?” I met her eyes, trying to hold tears back from mine, willing a response from her, but not really wanting to hear anything she had to say. Her head dropped. Nothing. I turned my attention to Peter. “We are supposed to be getting married in 3 weeks!” “We still can, this was just a slip up, a mistake. Daniella has just started at the company. I was just trying to make her feel welcome. It won’t happen again, I promise,” he pleaded. “Why are you home anyway? You were supposed to be at the day spa all day today,” he questioned. “I came home to surprise you! To be with you!” Tears were welling in my eyes now. I opened the cupboard doors, pulled my suitcase down from the top shelf and packed whatever clothing I could fit inside. I ripped my engagement ring off and threw it at him before running out of the house. I haven’t seen or spoken to him since. Aside from the obvious issue of him being a lying, cheating, sack of s**t. I had to tell everyone that the wedding was off, cancel caterers, photographers, cakes and my dream wedding venue. As if it couldn’t possibly get any worse, six months ago Peter convinced me to quit my job. “No wife of mine needs to work and you’ll be my wife soon enough, so what’s the point?” he said. I think it was about image for Peter. He wanted everyone to know that he could afford the big house, the flashy cars and all the toys. His wife didn’t need to work. She should spend her days at cafes and day spas, mixing in the right circles. It all sounded so wonderful at the time. Never did I imagine I would end up in this situation, homeless, single and jobless. I can’t lie, the thought of giving up that lifestyle almost made me give in to his begging. I almost forgave him, married him anyway. But deep in my soul, I knew I’d never forgive myself if I did. Cheating was an absolute deal breaker for me.