When I discovered my husband was cheating on me, I secretly began collecting evidence.
I wanted him gone—with nothing to his name.
But while doing so, I uncovered a shocking truth…
The child my husband idolized and loved so deeply… wasn’t even his
Ha! Heaven really does have eyes.
Some close friends came over to our house that day. We organized a small gathering.
Maricel was the last to arrive, carrying a box of fresh mangoes, her face glowing with cheer.
“Ate, these mangoes are from Hacienda San Miguel—big ones, exactly the kind you like.”
I looked at the box, stayed silent for a few seconds, then replied,
“Maricel, you know me well. I only like the mangoes you usually buy.”
She wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
“How are you? Have you scheduled your check-up yet?”
“Check-up? I almost forgot Andy and I were planning IVF to have a baby.”
“Probably in two weeks,” I added. “I’ve just been busy traveling for work these past few days. Once I finish this project, I’ll finally have time.”
“You’re always busy with work. You should also pay attention to your family,” Maricel said.
“Andy really loves children—you should take advantage of that.”
“Yes, I know,” I replied.
While Maricel and I were in the kitchen, Andy walked in.
“Maricel’s already here? When did you arrive?” he asked.
“Just now, Andy. Do you need help? I’m free.”
“No need,” he said. “Just stay here and keep your sister company.”
As I washed the mangoes, I said to my husband,
“Oh, go get the new set of dishes from the cabinet. I bought them a long time ago but haven’t used them yet.”
Then I looked at Maricel.
“Maricel, go with Andy to get the dishes. I’m busy here.”
“Okay,” she replied.
I continued washing the fruit, chatting casually. A moment later, I saw Andy and Maricel heading toward the storage room. As soon as they disappeared, I checked my phone.
Within minutes, the screen showed Andy and Maricel kissing passionately inside the storage room.
As if the house had no owner. Their kiss was intense—like I didn’t exist. I was invisible.
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to control my anger.
I had installed the camera in the storage room myself not long ago. It was new. Everything was recorded.
But it wasn’t enough.
My uncle once told me: If you want him to leave with nothing, you need more evidence.
What I had so far was still too little to bring down a wealthy man like Andy.
After kissing, Andy and Maricel walked out as if nothing had happened. They kept just the right distance—not too close, not too cold—so no one would suspect anything.
The food and conversation continued normally.
I smiled and spoke kindly with everyone, even with Maricel, so she wouldn’t suspect that I already knew about her betrayal. Watching her hug me and laugh felt like ice in my heart. She was certain I had no idea.
After dinner, the guests stayed briefly, then left. Maricel helped wash the dishes.
“Ate, do you have a work trip this week?” she asked.
“Yes. Why?”
“It’s just that this weekend is Miguel’s birthday. I wanted to invite you to our town, but if you’re busy, maybe another time.”
“That’s a shame. Your town isn’t far. Could Andy go instead?”
Maricel trembled.
“What do you mean? You’re both invited. He can’t go alone!”
Then she whispered in my ear,
“I don’t feel comfortable if Andy goes by himself.”
Hypocrite.
Andy, standing nearby, joined in.
“This weekend I also have commitments with clients, so I won’t be able to attend Miguel’s birthday, Maricel.”
She nodded slightly. “Okay.”
It sounded normal—but now I could hear the flirtation in her voice, right in front of me.
I looked at Andy.
“Which client are you meeting?”
“Ah… Mr. Dela Cruz. An appointment came up suddenly.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Commitments”… disgusting.
Just an excuse to attend his child’s birthday with Maricel. I knew it.
I smiled faintly and said to Maricel,
“We’re busy, so we can’t go. I’ll just buy a gift for Miguel—you’re not allowed to refuse.”
She smiled and hugged me.
“You’re really kind, Ate. Thank you on Miguel’s behalf.”
Her fake smile made my blood boil.
A gift? Fine. You’ll find out what kind of gift it is.
Sunday arrived.
My work trip lasted only two days. Early that morning, I rented a car and parked it in front of Maricel’s house in her town. There was a party—people coming and going. I waited until I saw Andy’s car.
When I saw Maricel welcoming him with the child, my heart shattered.
Even though I was mentally prepared, the pain was still there. My eyes burned with tears, and I broke down crying.
“Here are some tissues, Ma’am.”
“Thank you.”
I had hired a private detective to continue gathering evidence.
“Did you get the photos?” I asked.
“All of them. I’ll send them to you shortly.”
Thirty minutes later, I called Maricel and told her I was on my way. I heard the panic in her voice.
“What? You’re coming? Where are you now?”
“I’ll arrive in fifteen minutes. Send me the location.”
A few minutes later, I saw Maricel and Andy walk out together. Andy kissed the child repeatedly, then kissed Maricel.
They looked like a happy family—and I was hiding, watching like a fool.
I asked the detective to find out whether Maricel’s family knew about the relationship. If they did, I would never forgive them.
Later, Maricel called me. I made her wait ten minutes. Then another ten. Then over an hour.
Finally, I told her I couldn’t make it.
I knew I was cursing myself in anger—and strangely, it felt satisfying.
I didn’t go to the birthday party, and I didn’t let Andy go either.
Two hours later, while I was relaxing at the spa, the gift arrived at Maricel’s house: plush toys filled with hidden microphones and cameras. It cost a lot—but it was worth it.
The party wasn’t complete.
And it was only just beginning.
At exactly three in the morning, Andy’s phone rang. His sister was calling.
“Tell your wife to come back immediately! Mom fell and broke her leg!”
I pretended to be asleep until he woke me up. We rushed to the hospital.
They wanted me to take care of my mother-in-law? Of course.
That family’s specialty was making my life miserable.
When we arrived, his sister glared at me.
“Why are you so late? Mom has been waiting for you!”
Waiting… for what?
My mother-in-law complained loudly, and his sister said sharply,
“Let Như take care of Mom. She doesn’t work anyway.”
“My wife has a job,” Andy replied.
“Then everything else can be postponed! What matters is Mother!”
Andy looked at me, clearly conflicted.
“Như… can you stay for a few days?”
My anger was burning.
“If I take care of her, who will help you with the business?” I asked.
He hesitated, then said,
“Fine. I’ll ask Maricel to come help me for a few days—while you take care of Mom…”
I froze.
Calling Maricel to help him—
while I was sent off to nurse his mother.
Disgusting.
Absolutely disgusting.