ma didn’t stop to reassure her. She was already heading upstairs to her bedroom.

I followed, my heart pounding.

She grabbed her laptop from the desk, opened it, and logged into their joint bank account. Her eyes scanned the screen. Then she stiffened.

“What?” I asked.

She turned the laptop toward me.

“Look.”

There it was. A series of withdrawals—large ones. $500 here.

$1,200 there. And then, a week ago… a $3,000 charge at a jewelry store.

“Did he buy you any jewelry recently?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

Emma’s lips pressed together. “No.”

My stomach twisted.

“Then who did he buy it for?”

Emma inhaled sharply through her nose. “I think we already know.” She slammed the laptop shut and stood. “We’re going to make him face this.

And he’s not getting away quietly.”

A slow grin spread across my face. “Tell me the plan.”

Graham came home after midnight. He walked in like nothing had happened, tossing his keys on the counter.

He barely glanced at us as he loosened his tie.

Emma and I sat in the living room, waiting.

When he turned toward the stairs, I picked up the remote.

“Dear Graham,” I said, voice sweet. “We have a very special presentation for you tonight.”

He frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

The TV screen lit up.

Slide One: A screenshot of his suspicious bank transactions.

Thousands of dollars unaccounted for.

Slide Two: A receipt for the expensive jewelry—one Emma never received.

Slide Three: The incriminating photo of him kissing the woman in red.

Graham’s face drained of color. “Are you crazy?!” he barked.

Emma crossed her arms. “No, Graham.

But I think you are. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”

He turned to me, grabbing his phone. “You little—”

I held up my phone.

“Careful what you say. Because guess what? We already sent everything to your family.

So don’t waste time calling them. They’ll be calling you.”

His jaw clenched. He looked at his phone, scrolling furiously.

A second later, it rang.

Emma smirked. “That’ll be your mother.”

Graham glared at both of us, breathing hard. “You think you can just—”

Emma dropped a folder onto the table.

“Oh, and one more thing. Since you’ve been spending our money on her, I made a little calculation. Fifteen years of marriage.

Two kids. Every meal I cooked, every shirt I washed, every late night I spent taking care of this house while you were out cheating.”

She slid a printed statement toward him.

$50,000.

“What the hell is this?” Graham snapped.

Emma smiled coldly. “The birthday present I got for myself.

Consider it back pay.”

Graham looked at me, then back at her. His face twisted in rage. “You’re both insane.”

I reached for the champagne bottle, popped it open, and poured myself a glass.

“Cheers to that.”

Graham grabbed his keys, his phone still ringing. He stormed toward the door. “This isn’t over.”

Emma tilted her head.

“Oh, I think it is.”

And with that, he was gone.

For the first time in years, Emma sat back and exhaled. The weight on her shoulders was gone.

“I thought this would destroy me,” she said. “But I feel… lighter.”

I smiled.

“Because you’re free.”

She turned to me, eyes shining with strength. “You didn’t ruin my birthday. You gave me a gift—liberation.”

Source: amomama