While My Friend Was on a Trip, I Discovered Her Husband Was Cheating and Plotting to Steal Her House, but She Turned on Me Instead
Jessica and I had been like sisters since college, but everything changed when she married Mark. From the start, I didn’t trust him—he was all charm and no warmth. So when Jessica asked me to house-sit while she went to New York, I agreed, despite the tension between us.
While feeding her cat one day, I heard laughter upstairs. I peeked into the bedroom and found Mark with another woman—wearing Jessica’s robe, drinking from her glass. “She signed it without reading,” he bragged. “By Friday, the house is mine.” He had tricked Jessica into signing away her home, planning to sell it and vanish.
I called Jessica immediately. She didn’t believe me. Said I was jealous. Hung up.
That night, Mark came to my door, smug and threatening. I realized words wouldn’t be enough—Jessica needed to see the truth. So I faked a car accident to get her to come over. When she did, we drove to her house and saw it all—Mark with the other woman, boxes packed, her life labeled “junk.”
Jessica walked in and confronted him. When he tried to blame me, she shut him down: “No, Mark. You did that all on your own.”
Afterward, she admitted she’d suspected something all along—she just needed to be sure. “I trusted you,” she said. “Even when I pretended not to.”
Now she’s rebuilding her life. And I’ll be right beside her, just like always.
