I went to the airport just to say goodbye to a friend. I never imagined I would find my husband there, hugging the woman he swore was “just a coworker.” When I got closer, my heart racing, I heard him whisper, “Everything is in place. That idiot is about to lose everything.” She laughed and replied, “And she won’t even see it coming.” I didn’t cry or confront them. I smiled. Because I had already set my trap.

At home I made chamomile tea and sat down with my laptop, reviewing every detail I could find about Brian and the woman he was with. A private investigator named Detective Harris had already sent me some basic information about her, and I learned her name was Pamela Gray and she was married to a man named Jason Gray.

I looked at Jason’s social media profile and saw photos of a normal life, family dinners, and smiling pictures with Pamela from just a month ago. I whispered, “Another person being lied to,” and decided to contact him because he deserved to know the truth.

I sent him a message that said, “Good afternoon, my name is Megan Rivers, and I need to talk to you about your wife because this concerns your family, can we meet tonight.” He replied after thirty minutes with confusion and said, “What happened, she is on a business trip and will not be back for a week.”

I answered, “That is exactly why we need to talk, because things are not what you think,” and he agreed to meet me at a small café near his home at seven in the evening. Before leaving, I picked up my son Evan from daycare and left him with our neighbor Mrs. Dawson, who kindly agreed to watch him for a few hours.