When Sutton leaves on a business trip, the last thing she expects to discover is that her husband is having an affair. But after Jacob moves out and months pass, Sutton prepares her revenge.
A year ago, my life changed drastically. I was away on a business trip, trying to close a deal that would help us pay for our son’s medical bills.
My three-year-old son, Danny, was sick at the time, going back and forth to the hospital, and every moment away from him felt like torture. When your child needs you, he needs you.
But I never expected that the real torture was happening at home.
Jacob, my husband of eight years, had been cheating on me with his colleague, Jessie. At first, neither of them said anything—especially when Jessie started working late at our dining table with Jacob until the early morning hours.
“I can’t, Sutton,” Jacob would say. “Work is work.”
But then I found out in the worst possible way. I ran into Jessie at the supermarket. She called out to me—flaunting her pregnancy.
“Congratulations, Jess!” I said, motioning toward her belly.
“Thanks! Jacob got me pregnant,” she announced with disturbing calmness.
My heart shattered into a thousand pieces, just like the jar of pickles that slipped from my hands.
Jacob didn’t even try to deny it. He packed his bags immediately.
“I have no regrets,” he said. “I’m done—with you and that sick little burden of a child. He’s always sick!”
And he walked out of our lives. The last glimpse I got of him was him slamming the door shut.
“Good riddance,” I told myself, but I couldn’t stop the tears.
I had never felt so blindsided in my entire life.
For months, I was lost in a haze of grief and rage. I couldn’t make sense of any of it. What had I done wrong for Jacob to seek comfort in another woman?
How could he do this to Danny and me?
But then, I found something Jacob had left behind. It was his grandfather’s keychain—something he always carried with him. It wasn’t valuable, but I knew it meant the world to him.
That was when I started crafting my plan.
I waited patiently for months.
“Oh, Jacob,” I thought as I sat on my bed. “You have no idea what’s coming.”
I wanted to strike when he least expected it, when the wound would cut the deepest. I needed him to feel even a fraction of the pain he had caused me.
When the time was right, I called Jacob and told him he could come pick up his precious keychain.
“Jacob, I found something of yours,” I said in a calm voice.
“What is it?” he asked, sounding suspicious.
“Your grandfather’s keychain,” I replied.
“Sutton, I thought I lost that!” he exclaimed.
“No, it’s here,” I said. “Come pick it up on Saturday. 10 a.m. sharp. Or I’m throwing it away.”
“Jessie’s due date is on Saturday,” he said. “I need to be with her. I need to see my son the moment he’s born.”
But I didn’t let that faze me.
“Saturday, or it goes in the trash,” I repeated.
“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll be there.”
Saturday morning, I wondered if I had made the wrong choice. But Jacob deserved it. He had been ready to throw Danny and me away for his new family.
A new son.
“What do you want for breakfast, sweetheart?” I asked Danny as he walked into the kitchen.
“Pancakes,” he said, sitting on the counter across from me.
How could Jacob abandon this little boy?
When he arrived, I invited him in to talk. He looked almost relieved, as if he hoped we could resolve things amicably. As if.
“I just wanted to drop by before heading back to the hospital,” he said. “Jessie went into labor last night, and I drove her there. It’s literally just a matter of time now.”
“Alright,” I said. “Do you want a cup of coffee?”
Jacob nodded and smiled, following me into the kitchen.
“While you’re here, let’s talk about how we’re going to split custody of Danny,” I suggested. “He needs stability in some form, no matter what happened between us.”
Like the fool he was, Jacob thought this was his way out of paying child support.
“I’m really sorry for everything, truly,” he said, reaching out to hug me just as the kettle whistled.
I let him. Because I knew it would seal his fate.
We ended up talking for about an hour, with Jacob casually picking at the leftover pancakes. He looked comfortable, not in a hurry at all. Any woman would lose her mind knowing her partner was sitting with someone else while she was giving birth.
But what Jacob didn’t know was that the nanny cam, sitting on a shelf in the kitchen, had been recording everything—time-stamped.
Another thing he didn’t pay attention to was how naturally we interacted. Throughout our conversation, he kept touching my arm, placing his hand on my back.
Of course, it meant nothing to me. And probably nothing to him, either.
But I knew it would mean everything to Jessie.
“Here you go,” I said as we reached the door, handing him the keychain.
Jacob’s eyes softened.
“Thank you,” he said. “You know how much this means to me.”
I nodded.
From the right angle, if Jacob had moved just an inch, the recording could easily be mistaken for a kiss.
As soon as he left, I pulled up my laptop and retrieved the footage from the nanny cam. It was time for my revenge.
I hope he showers and changes clothes before holding his newborn. Congratulations, Jessie—you’re stuck with a cheater for life.
I attached the video and hit Send.
The fallout was glorious and immediate.
Turns out, Jessie revoked Jacob’s hospital access—she told security she didn’t want him near her.
When he arrived, the receptionist refused to tell him why he couldn’t see his newborn or Jessie. Security had to escort him out while he shouted and pleaded, making a scene.
Eventually, it clicked, and Jacob called me.
“What did you do?” he demanded.
“I just made sure you faced the consequences of your actions,” I replied coldly. “Your second son doesn’t need a father like you. Neither does Danny. Today was the last time you set foot in this house.”
For days, Jacob bombarded me with calls and texts—begging for answers, forgiveness, anything.
“I’m staying with my cousin because Jessie cut all contact with me. My mom won’t even talk to me, Sutton. She says I ruined the lives of two innocent kids and that she’ll never forgive me. She’s ashamed of me.”
“Because that’s exactly what you did, Jacob,” I said. “You ruined two boys—and their mothers too.”
But do you know what was even better?
Over the months, I watched with quiet satisfaction—and a tinge of sadness—as Jacob’s life fell apart.
His job suffered because he was completely unanchored. His social circle shrank, and he became a shadow of his former self.
I was doing fine.
But one interaction with Danny made me wonder if I had gone too far.
“Mommy, why doesn’t Daddy come home anymore?” Danny asked one night as I tucked him in.
I knew this moment would come, but now that it had, I didn’t know what to say.
I sighed, gently running my fingers through his hair.
“Daddy had to leave for a while, sweetheart. But I’m here.”
Danny looked at me with his big, innocent eyes.
“Do you still love him?” he asked.
How do you explain to a child that the person he looks up to broke your family?
“I love you, Danny,” I answered, dodging the question. “And that’s all that matters.”
But now, I feel awful.
Was my revenge too much?
What would you have done?
