I Pretended to Be a Janitor to Catch My Husband Cheating, But the Truth Was Even Wors

My husband, Daniel, started working late every Friday, always with vague “school duties.” Our cozy nights vanished. Then one evening, his phone buzzed—and the name “Jessie” flashed on the screen. A photo of a pretty woman in a school shirt confirmed it: Jason’s teacher. I panicked. My best friend, Lana, had a wild idea—pretend to be a school janitor and get the truth firsthand. One party wig, a fake badge,

and a borrowed mop later, I was Kacey the cleaner. Nerves wrecked me, but I made it through the day… until I saw Daniel entering Jessie’s classroom. I crept closer, ready for heartbreak. Then I heard a child’s voice—Jason’s! He had forgotten something, and in the chaos, my wig slipped. Jason stared. “Mom?!”