She responded with a screenshot of an old group text. In it, Riley joked: Camille said she'd make a better wife than Adam. I told her, 'Wait your turn, lol.'
There were emojis. There was laughter. There were hearts.
Jenna explained that Riley and Camille had been more than friends for a while, and everyone in the office knew. But Riley always framed it like a phase or an experiment. Jenna thought I was in on it. I wasn't. She apologized, said she felt sick about it. I told her not to worry, but I appreciated her telling me.
Another piece of the puzzle slid into place. Riley hadn't just been unfaithful; she'd been building a life on lies, joking about it behind my back, acting like she could do both: marriage and secrets, husband and girlfriend.
At this point, I was ready to file. I called my attorney, told him I wanted everything reviewed. We'd kept a joint savings account and a shared lease on the house, but nothing else. No kids, no assets she could bury me with. I wanted it to be clean, fast, and quiet.
My attorney looked through the account logs. That's when we found it: a $3,000 transfer made two weeks before the footage, sent to Camille, labeled "business grant." But Riley doesn't run a business. And Camille—she works in digital design. No LLC, no registered business ID, just a cash deposit.
When I confronted her over text, she replied: "You're seriously going through my bank records now?"
No denial, no explanation, just outrage that she got caught.
So, I sent one more message: "You know what the difference is between Camille and me? I gave you a future. She gave you a secret."
Then, I blocked her number.
Her mom called me that night again. "She told me you found the transfer. I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"None of us did."
I asked her what she planned to do.
She said, "We're cutting contact. Drew already blocked her. Her father doesn't want her back in the house. And I'm tired of being a rug for her to sweep lies under." And then she added, "She'll learn. Maybe not now, but one day when she's alone enough, long enough, she'll learn."