My Wife Went Viral, So Did Her Cheating Scandal

I accidentally found evidence of my wife cheating on me with a male employee at the coffee shop.

Furious, I posted the video of them online.

That same day, it got over a million shares and millions of views.

She went viral overnight, but she seemed to Enjoy in it.

She slapped me with divorce papers instead.

"I haven't loved you since long time ago. Let's get a divorce."

Three years ago, for this woman, I'd cut ties with my own parents.

She said she wanted to open a coffee shop, to help our financial burden, to stop me from working myself into the ground.

Without a second thought, I gave her the $40,000 I'd saved over three years.

I even skipped team dinners and events.

All to save up for the life she wanted.

I didn't care what anyone else thought.

On opening day, seeing the shop packed with customers, I was genuinely happy for her.

She made that coffee shop a success.

Business boomed, and she met more and more people.

But slowly, she changed.

She left home earlier than me, came back later than me, often not coming back at all.

To find the truth, I went to the shop late one night and checked the security footage.

Then I saw she getting intimate with the new hire, all heated and tangled up.

I remembered the guy.

Chad Reynolds.

He's tall and younger, just in his early twenties.

Then there's me, over a decade older.

The last time I visited the shop, he introduced himself, showering praise on the"beautiful, hardworking boss lady."

He had Jessica laughing and blushing like a schoolgirl.

I'd thought nothing of it then.

Now it felt like all just a sick joke.

Blinded by rage, I clipped the video and uploaded it.

By the time I got home, a light drizzle fell.

I gripped the door handle, my mind raced, searching for the right words to confront her.

When I finally opened the door, I laughed bitterly at myself.

Of course she wasn't home.

She was out having fun with her toy boy.

Sometime around 4 a.m., I heard noise at the entrance.

Jessica kicked an empty beer can as she entered, startling herself.

She turned on the light, then gasped at the sight of me slumped on the couch.

Hurrying over in her designer heels, she asked, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"You never drink. Why today?"

"Did something happen at work?"

When I didn't answer, she pressed, "Not about your work? Then is it family stuff?"

"Are your parents sick?"

Mention of my parents twisted my insides.

I'd cut their relations off for her.

I was too ashamed to face my parents again, just watched from afar.

I'd even thought about bringing Jessica back to meet them.

But she always had an excuse, like my life didn't matter to her from the beginning.

I told a lie to try her attitude again, "My dad's in the hospital."

"Oh? Is it bad?"

"He's been there over a month. Yeah, it's serious."

I just wanted to see her reaction.

Jessica didn't disappointno offer to visit, just a dismissive, "How much money do you need? I can chip in."

"I want to spend time with him. will you come with me? You've never even met them after all these years"

She cut me off. "

You know I'm busy. I can't get away."

"Just go yourself. Give your dad my best for a speedy recovery."

This was the first time I'd formally invited her.

Sure, it was mostly a test, but I never expected her to shut me down so coldly.

I sighed, wondering what the hell I'd been chasing for all these years.

"I know it's tough, but I'm really buried right now."

Maybe sensing she'd been harsh, Jessica softened her tone, explaining to me.

She assured me my dad would be fine.

I shook my dizzy head and smiled weakly.

"The medical bills are huge. We're tapped out."

"How much could your coffee shop sell for?"

That hit a nerve.

Jessica scowled. "Why would we sell the shop? It's making bank right now!"

"Selling now would leave us with nothing!"

She barely let me get a word in.

When I finally interrupted, I said, "He's my dad. We can always open another shop later."

"Easy for you to say! Who guarantees a business will always succeed?"

Her stance was unyielding. A 'no' was a 'no'.

That's when I saw the truth.

Nodding calmly, I asked, "So you won't give money or visit. What will you do?"

"You're blaming me? Jacob, you're really holding this against me?"

Her victim act crushed any last hope.

"I funded that shop. Is there a problem with me taking it back now?"

"Hell yes! I've run it day and night. What have you done?"

"I haven't been involved, but we need the money"

"Enough! I'm not selling it, period!"

Seeing her defiance, I quietly pulled out my phone.

I showed her the security footage.

"Care to explain this?"

Jessica glanced at the video. "You went to the shop? When?"

Her face paled, shock written all over it.

But she recovered fast, she handed the phone back and replied as if discussing the weather,

"Fine, I cheated. What are you gonna do about it?"

Was this still the sincere, sweet Jessica I once knew?

"I'm asking you, how do you intend to handle this?"

Her voice dripped with impatience.

I said, "Do you realize what you've done? You betrayed our marriage. You hurt me."

She sneered, "Spare me the drama. Cheating's everywhere! Why single me out?"

Her twisted logic stunned me.

What kind of person says something so heartless?

After a night of thinking, I made my decision.

"I've given you everything you wanted, supported all your dreams."

"But cheating... I can't forgive that."

She cut me off again. "Divorce, right? Fine. I'll grant you that."

She fetched divorce papers. "Sign them. Let's make this clean."

Seeing the papers, I knew she'd planned this all along.

My confrontation only forced her timeline early.

"You must see it too. There's nothing left between us."

"We live separate lives, barely see each other once a week. What's the point?"

"If I were you, I'd leave with some dignity."

I stared at the papers, speechless.

My heart ached. Turns out, when anger reaches its peak, it just feels pathetic.

"Dignity? You make it sound easy."

"Or what? You want to fight me? Go ahead. You'll lose."

Every word stabbed my heart.

She treated me like an enemy, not a husband.

"You think that shop magically appeared? I worked my ass off for that money!"

"Sure, I won't deny it."

Jessica shrugged. "But my three years of youth are worth more than that shop!"

"What about the house? The car? I paid for all of it."

I didn't really care about the stuff. It just the injustice!

I just want to know, why?

She sneered. "I thought you loved me. Now you're counting pennies?"

"The house and car stay with me. You can have the savings."

"Savings" meant just a few thousand dollars in a bank account.

I took a deep breath. "Divorce is fine. But I keep the shop, house, and car. You get nothing."

Jessica laughed, looking at me like I was insane.

"You think I don't know the law? You won't get a single thing here."

"Then we'll both get lawyers and let the court decide."

I tore up the papers, tossed them in the trash, and walked out.

She finally exploded, screaming after me.

"Jacob, you're really doing this? A lowly office worker like you can't beat me! You idiot!"

"I have two branch shops now! Monthly revenue is over four hundred thousand!"

I didn't look back. "That's no longer your concern."