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Daily Report, Davao City (2025)

27/12/2025

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27/12/2025

My Husband Cheated on Me with My Own Mother—on Their Wedding Day, I Gave Them 'The Gift' They'd Never Forget
I married Aaron four years ago. He was the man who made me feel like I was the only person in his universe—charming, funny, thoughtful. We built a cozy home together, loved our golden retriever Max, and dreamed big. I trusted him completely.
Then the warnings crept in.
Him coming home late.
The scent of perfume I didn’t wear.
Muted calls followed by quiet bursts of laughter.
I told myself I was imagining it—until the night I checked his phone while pretending to sleep. I found everything: months of hidden conversations, flirty messages, hotel bookings, and little jokes about keeping it secret from me. My heart froze.
The next morning, I asked him, “Is this true?”
He laughed—forced, shaky. “CLAIRE… IT’S COMPLICATED. YOU’LL UNDERSTAND.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I simply nodded, because by then, I had already begun planning my next step.
A few weeks later, he and my own mother, Diane, came to me together, asking me to sign divorce papers so they could get married. Their surprise at how calm I was? Honestly, it was entertaining.
“YOU… YOU’RE NOT UPSET?” Diane asked, wearing that polished smile she always put on for show.
“I… suppose I understand. If this is what you want, go ahead.”
Aaron expected a meltdown. Tears. Anger. Begging. But I smiled, shook their hands, and let them believe they had won.
When their wedding day came, I prepared like I was heading into a cinematic showdown. I carried a small gift box—white paper, silver ribbon, a tag that read:
“A little something to remember that life has a way of balancing itself.”
I set it on the gift table and lingered nearby, pretending to chat with guests while everyone admired the “happy couple.”
Watching my mother and my husband exchange vows—promising forever—felt surreal. When they kissed and the room erupted in applause, I clapped too. I smiled. I blended in.
They thought the story was over.
At the reception, laughter filled the room as they basked under fairy lights. Then the music stopped. The lights dimmed. The projector flickered to life.
I had something planned. Something they never saw coming...