I returned home from a work trip to find a pair of women’s underpants on my bed. They were not mine. Rather than confront my husband, I washed and wore them. When he arrived home, I said, “Look baby, I finally found those panties I lost years ago!”

I saw the anxiety in his eyes as I began to serve him dinner and looked him right in the eyes, saying, “I made your favorite dish, lasagna! “Promise me that you will finish everything.” He refused to eat it, stating he had a stomachache.

For the following month, I was the ideal wife. I kept the house tidy and cooked his favorite meals. I was also quite sweet and was smiling crazily. However, I made sure to watch a lot of true crime shows and read crime novels.

My hubby developed paranoia and began to lose sleep. He couldn’t take it any longer and admitted to cheating, claiming it was only once. Needless to say, I kicked him out of the house and issued him divorce papers.