I Handed My Husband $85K to Save His Daughter After a Bike Accident — What He Really Did With the Money Broke Me

She wasn’t his daughter. She was a child actress. My hands shook as I dug deeper into his files.

A folder labeled “Sienna Bookings” had receipts for park meetings, café visits, and playground appearances. Each one was listed like a business deal. Then I found the folder that broke me completely.

“Nadine – New House” had furniture receipts, mortgage applications, and dozens of emails between Reginald and a woman I’d never heard of. The latest email had a photo attached. Reginald and Nadine were smiling in front of a beautiful two-story house, with Reginald kissing her on the forehead.

The subject line read: “Our dream home. Thanks to the down payment!”

The timeline was clear. My $85,000 hadn’t paid for therapy.

It had bought him a house with his mistress. “You liar!” I whispered to the empty room. For two weeks, I played the perfect wife.

I smiled over breakfast, asked about his day, and even suggested we take a weekend trip together. Meanwhile, I quietly gathered every bit of evidence I could find. Screenshots of the talent agency.

Printed emails with Nadine. Bank records showing my transfers. And photos of them together.

I built a file thick enough to bury Reginald alive. Finally, I was ready. “Reginald, I want to do something special this Friday,” I said over dinner, keeping my voice warm and sweet.

“It’s been so tough with Sienna’s recovery. Let’s have a nice evening at home. I’ll even invite someone to join us.”

He looked up from his pasta, smiling.

“That sounds great. Who are you inviting?”

“Just someone I think you should meet,” I said, smiling back. “It’ll be a surprise.”

Friday evening, I cooked his favorite meal.Continue reading…