I went to my husband’s office party for the first time just to meet his other “wife.”

The only reason I went to my husband’s office party was to meet the “other wife.” What happened next? He got exactly what he deserved.

It started with a party invitation I saw on Oliver’s laptop—his office had suddenly changed its strict “no guests” policy and even encouraged him to bring his wife. When I asked to come, he lied, saying no guests were allowed and that he’d be working.

On New Year’s Eve, after he left, I went to the party on my own. At the venue, the staff told me Oliver had already arrived—with his wife. My heart sank.

I spotted them—Oliver with another woman, laughing, her arm around him. It was obvious. He wasn’t just lying; he was living a double life.

The next morning, I got a call: Oliver had been in a car crash. At the hospital, the doctor explained that he needed surgery, but his insurance had lapsed. As his legal wife, I could authorize it.

When I saw Oliver, he begged for forgiveness, trying to explain. I refused. “Let your real wife handle it,” I told him and walked away.

A few days later, he called again—she hadn’t shown up, and he was alone. Still, I didn’t go back. He’d made his choice.

Word got out. His affair became public, his career crumbled—and I finally felt free.

I wasn’t just Oliver’s wife anymore. I was Jen. And I wasn’t looking back.