My Husband Left Me and Our Six Children for a Fitness Trainer – I Didn’t Even Have Time to Think About Revenge Before Karma Caught Up With Him

“I need a favor,” I said.

“I’m already lacing up my sneakers, Paige,” she replied. “Just go.”

I didn’t even stop to change my clothes. I just grabbed my keys and purse, kissed the kids on their heads, and ran out.

The drive was a blur. My hands gripped the wheel too tight. My jaw ached from clenching. Rage sat beside me in the passenger seat.

**

“I need a favor.”

When I pushed through the office lobby doors, everything felt too polished, like a place where messes weren’t supposed to happen.

Mark was waiting near the front desk.

“They pulled reimbursement records,” he said as I approached. “Hotel bookings. Wellness claims. Several fancy gifts.”

I swallowed. “All tied to Alyssa?”

“They matched it all to her vendor profile,” Mark said grimly.

“Texts?”

“Oh yes,” he confirmed. “Expense reports, vendor logs, even his company phone records. HR’s got everything.”

“All tied to Alyssa?”

He jerked his chin toward the glass-walled conference room.

Through it, I saw Cole — standing, pacing, talking with his hands like he was giving a pitch. HR sat across from him, impassive. Darren, the CEO, looked exhausted. At the end of the table, a VP I’d only seen at the holiday party sat watching like a judge.

Then the door swung open.

Alyssa marched in, ponytail swinging, phone in hand, voice already raised. She didn’t bother to knock.

“What is she doing?” I whispered.

I saw Cole.

“Blowing it all up,” Mark said. “She’s furious they’re tying her name to this.”

HR raised a hand to calm her. Alyssa talked over it.

Then someone slid a manila folder across the table toward Cole. He stopped talking mid-sentence.

His entire posture shifted, like the wind had gone out of him.