I Pretended to Be a Janitor to Catch My Husband Cheating, But the Truth Was Even Worse — Story of the Day
The Mop, the Wig, and the Truth My husband started working late every Friday. At first, it was small things—”The principal asked me to stay late,” or, “We’re short-staffed today.” But lately, it became a routine. Every Friday, no fail, he had an excuse. Then one night, I heard a sound that made my whole body go cold. His phone buzzed downstairs. And when I saw the name on the screen… I froze. I knew right then—I was done waiting. I grabbed the mop. Let me explain. Daniel and I