Part 3Cheating Husband's Plastic Mistress: My Deadly Revenge

I quickly checked his phone again. It wasn't password-protected and showed nothing unusual.

However, when I took out the wallet from his jacket pocket, a SIM card ejector pin fell out.

Who would carry this around? Could it be that he frequently changes SIM cards?

Sure enough, in a hidden compartment, I found another SIM card belonging to Garrett.

After inserting it into the phone, all the cloud-backed information records appeared.

I was already numb with anger but couldn't help but mock him —

What a frugal good man indeed, too stingy to even buy a spare phone, having to constantly swap SIM cards just to cheat.

The message records were overflowing with obscene content.

The other party said she was a college student working part-time, a good girl with excellent academic performance, clean and hygienic.

Garrett asked: "Baby, send me a photo. Let me see if you're really a college student."

She sent a photo of herself in black fishnet stockings, partially covering her face like embracing a pipa. She was dressed as a sexy wild cat, with full silicone breasts and an alluring peach-shaped bottom.

This is exactly what men like.

"Hot enough for you, baby?" she asked.

But you could tell from the background that it was a dorm room, and her clothes were cheap.

No wonder she accepted the meager offerings from my stingy husband, calling a sleazy man over a decade older than her "baby."

My husband was grinning from ear to ear. "I like you, baby."

After one "transaction," Garrett sent her a message:

"I didn't bring enough money this time. I'll definitely make it up next time!"

"Okay, baby," she agreed readily.

He could even get credit?

Looking closely, I realized that my husband had been lying about being a big boss who often forgets to bring cash, all to get credit.

The young girl's price wasn't low, and he even spent a few dozen dollars to send her a fake designer bag. So the girl believed him.

Indeed, naive young girls are the easiest to fool. They're no match for older men.

When she asked Garrett, "Baby, is your wife very ugly?"

Garrett seriously replied, "Don't talk nonsense. My wife just gave birth and is very busy taking care of the family. She controls the family finances, otherwise I wouldn't need to ask you for credit."

Laughable. My husband is truly touching.

How can he completely separate his cheating body from his supposedly caring heart for his wife?

I took a deep breath, looking at the man sleeping soundly on the couch, trying hard to calm my nerves after just recovering from illness.

Many married women at this point might choose to turn a blind eye, considering their husband's contribution to the family.

But I won't.

A man who has touched roadside flowers is too dirty. I don't want him. He can get as far away as possible.

But before kicking him out, I must make him pay for hurting me and our daughter!

...

That night, I didn't startle the snake in the grass. In my current exhausted state, being hysterical would only backfire.

The first thing I did was go to the hospital for HIV and other STD screenings. Only after confirming I was fine did I breathe a sigh of relief.

My best friend had used some high-tech methods when catching her ex-husband cheating. She gave me a voice recorder,

"Cheating and hiring prostitutes are essentially the same. They both betray your marriage. Only by obtaining evidence to prove he's at fault can you gain more rights legally."

Although TV dramas are full of scenes of catching cheaters red-handed, it's not so easy in reality.

Stingy men's thoughts are not as simple as their wallets, but rather more profound.

He even knows to check for hidden cameras when traveling, so setting up cameras at home to spy would definitely not work.

I gripped the voice recorder in my hand, outwardly calm, dutifully taking care of our daughter.

I also became gentler in my attitude towards my husband.

Even when he threw his smelly socks at my feet, I still greeted him with a smile.

He became a bit uneasy, "Honey, why has your temper changed so much? I'm even a little flattered."

I smiled and said it might be due to postpartum hormonal changes, and that my irritable phase had passed.

Garrett finally breathed a sigh of relief.

To make a person expose their flaws, you must catch them when they're most relaxed.

One evening in late April, I endured nausea and watched an adult movie with him, even letting him take Viagra. In the end, I refused to have sex with him again, citing physical discomfort.

His desire had risen but he was met with a closed door. He immediately became furious.

"Zoe, what's wrong with you! Are you looking for a wild man outside to satisfy you?"

My silence provoked him even more.

This time I didn't tolerate his abuse. Instead, I talked back, holding our daughter and declaring I was going back to my mother's house.

"Go back then! Don't think about using any money from my salary card once you're gone!" Garrett shouted in his rage.

In his fury, he didn't forget to snatch away the salary card he had just given me a few days ago.

I laughed coldly, turned around without looking back, and left with our daughter.

The voice recorder I left in the bedroom went unnoticed by him.

I knew clearly that the effects of that Viagra pill wouldn't let him give up so easily.

I didn't leave the community. Instead, after entrusting my daughter to my best friend's care, I personally staked out in the car downstairs.

Sure enough, an hour later, I spotted a beautiful silhouette.

The girl looked about twenty, with unremarkable features, but her silicone-filled body was like an inflatable doll, resembling a ripe peach about to burst.

However, the pretty girl hesitated for a long time downstairs without going up. Instead, she called Garrett.

On the voice recorder's end, my husband excitedly said:

"Come up quickly, I can't wait another second. I'm about to explode. I took Viagra today and even put on a pain relief patch. My herniated disc doesn't hurt anymore!"

But this time, the girl paused for a moment.

"Mr. Parker, I came this time to ask for the payment from our previous encounters."

"If you're not willing to settle the full amount at once, I won't come up," she said.

Garrett was silent for a long time on the other end. The girl explained that every time he said "definitely next time," he also promised to add interest.

So this time, she was asking for the principal plus interest.

There was no cash at home, and if Garrett chose to transfer online, it would inevitably leave a trail.

I was very curious how my extremely stingy husband would handle this fee of several thousand dollars.

But I never expected that on the recorder's end, a man's crying sound would suddenly be heard.