It all started on what should have been a relaxing Cornish getaway.
I was on holiday with my two children and friends from my first marriage, expecting my husband to join us too.
But he canceled at the last minute, citing a work emergency—something he often did in his demanding banking job.
I believed him without question and spent a cozy evening with friends, sipping wine and feeling like everything was fine.
A Ping on the iPad Reveals the Truth
It wasn’t until I went to bed that I discovered the first sign something was terribly wrong.
I checked his location on our new iPad—never thinking we had location-sharing activated.
But there it was: he wasn’t in Kent visiting his mother, as he’d said, but rather in Chiswick, West London, on a street I knew well.
That’s when I realized he was with her—his ex, the one woman he’d spoken about fondly when we first met.
The Lie That Shattered My Trust
When I tried calling him, his phone went straight to voicemail before being switched off.
Desperate, I called his mother, hoping she could clarify things.
Her response? That he was out buying her Sunday paper and would call later.
No hint of hesitation. I felt hopeful for a moment, thinking maybe I had misunderstood it all.
But another glance at his location—now frozen at his ex’s flat—crushed that hope completely.
Betrayed by Husband and Mother
My heart sank knowing he was with her, possibly in bed, enjoying moments I thought were only ours.
When I burst into tears, a friend comforted me and bluntly said, “So your husband has been having an affair…and his mother is covering for him?”
That was the real shock—his mother, the woman I tried so hard to be close with, lying for him.
A Web of Deceit Uncovered
Back in London, my husband eventually confessed that there had been an on‑and‑off affair with his ex all along—even throughout our marriage and just before our wedding.
His mother had not only known—it had been orchestrated in her home, using my spare bedroom in the village as a rendezvous spot.
They’d often spent weekends together, even dined as a trio in local pubs.
Flowers I’d seen on the bank statement—his explanation was they were for his mother. They were not.
The Deep Wound of Motherly Betrayal
I had tried to build a genuine bond with her—visiting after her surgery, helping with chores, buying books—but it was never reciprocated.
There were no cards for birthdays, no anniversary celebrations from her side.
Later, I wondered if she resented the fact that I had children from a previous marriage.
Maybe she wasn’t jealous of me, but she resented that our marriage brought another woman into her son’s life—not the one she preferred.
Freedom from Gaslighting and Deceit
Over time, I realized what she really wanted: to keep her son emotionally dependent and divided.
He was her prized son, and in her mind she needed him for herself.
Years later, after our divorce, I hear he claims to have “come to his senses” and even professed love for me again—but it was too late.
No Closure, But Personal Resolution
He did apologize—with tears and regret. His mother? Nothing.
She offered no acknowledgment, no apology, just continued silence.
I refused to give her the satisfaction of drama.
Instead, I resolved to be kinder and more honest in my own life.
I choose to believe that some day they might regret the pain they caused—and that I will never treat anyone the way I was treated.