56 Times People Discovered Their Partners Cheating From The Most Unexpected Clues

His affair-partner had been bragging about her 'new boyfriend' to anyone who'd listen, apparently. Until the afternoon she happened to do so at the Dentist, where my next-door neighbour's sister worked. As soon as neighbour's sister finished work, she came over to visit me, and very delicately asked if hubby and I had split up. I laughed. She turned pale. I noticed. She then told me who had picked up boasting woman from her dental appointment; it was my husband.

By the time 5pm rolled around, he was out on his ear.

There's a saying about what's the best revenge for a woman who steals your husband?

Let her keep him.

There's so much more to tell, but that chapter's long closed.

I completely innocently asked for his phone when adding the YouTube premium log in back to it because there was an issue. He gave it to me because we both totally trusted each other and I had never gone through his phone in the 13 years we had been together. While the phone was in my hand he received a text from an unsaved number that referenced something romantic the year that we got married. It was total happenstance. One of his brothers was over and they were outside having a beer. I didn’t even react negatively at first (not the first time I’ve been cheated on, but I truly believed this man didn’t even have the ability to cheat on me because he was such a good person). I think I was in shock, but instinct kicked in and I went through the entire conversation and screenshotted everything. Looked for any other unsaved number text conversations and recently deleted and did the same. Took me less than 5 minutes.

I walked outside, handed him his phone and said “I’m going to need to know who this is”. His brother watched in horror and hugged me as my body finally allowed me to be devastated and sob uncontrollably.

That feels like another lifetime ago even though it was 5 years ago. I’m married to someone else and we have an almost 2 year old (I was told with my ex husband at a fertility clinic that I had unexplained infertility). I’d like to think my body was just like “girl, no”.

My husband passed away, I received a letter in the mail from her. Actually a card with a letter telling me what a wonderful man he was and how he was such a great father to my children. She gave me $100 cash. I stood at the mailbox perplexed then I just burst out laughing. I was still in shock from everything. At that point I just didn’t care. My husband was not a great father or a good husband. I healed.

Which time? A memorable one was when I found a bubble gum pink, sequined thong with ribbons under my bed, cleaning before my ex-husband got home from work.

I demanded to know who she was.

Belonged to a dude. Yup.

Edit: That's literally the moment I found out he was into men.

We were arguing about something and he said that if I didn’t shut up, he was going to tell me something that I would never recover from. I said: go ahead. Nothing coming from you will surprise me. He then told me he slept with my best friend while I was pregnant.

Coming back after two weeks from an operation at the hospital where he didn’t dare to pick me up, though I was unable to carry my heavy bag from there because of multiple stitches and still had to take a taxi to come home and carry the bag, found him and her asleep in our bed.

The dog kept on catching a trail and leading me to the main door of a building in my neighbourhood.

I went onto his laptop and it automatically logged onto his MSN messenger (this was 2004) and his ex sent an instant message and I came to learn they had never actually broken up and I was in fact the side piece.

The mistress sent me a music video she’d made of all their dates etc together. Props to her, it was good haha!

Six year long relationship. I had kids from my previous marriage with 50/50 custody and by mutual agreement he was not interested in being a stepparent so half my time was at home with my kids, the rest of the time I lived at his apartment. When I met him he was struggling, no furniture, no dishes, basically a coffee cup, a mattress, and a desk. Over the years I completely furnished the place, I had stuff in the closet, the walls were filled with souvenirs of our travels, it felt like "our" home. I had an exceptionally stressful day, woke up at 4am to present at a conference in a city 2 hours away, then another hour away to move a kid out of her dorm. We weren't supposed to see each other that night but he called me when I was almost home and said he was having car problems and needed me to pick him up from work. So I unload the kid and the stuff, leave her to babysit the younger ones, then drive another hour and a half to pick him up when he got done around 10pm. He's hungry, so I cook us dinner. He's feeling a little amorous and wants to move into the bedroom but I tell him I absolutely must shower first after the day I had. I go into the bathroom, pull back the curtain, and see a thong hanging from the showerhead. He had been bringing another woman in on the days I wasn't there for months. She left the panties for me to find. When I confronted him he said "All you know is that someone showered here, you can't prove that I slept with her. " I ended things then and there. It's been almost a year ago and they're engaged now. I hope he comes home one day and finds some guy's boxers in the bathroom.

He went away on holiday to another country in Europe, I had my suspicions. I was restless, so I downloaded one of the dating apps one night, searched for the city he was in, and there he was. Apparently he was ‘single’ and looking for no strings attached.

I went to the library he was supposed to be at and he wasn’t there, then the girl he was cheating on with came to his birthday dinner and put her hands all over him.
Didn’t even know he had a wife.

9 months postpartum after having twins. He seemed really supportive and encouraged me to go to a fitness class once a week with friends. We would usually do something together after for an hour or two. We were all tired moms, so one night we called it early. As we pulled into my driveway we could all see him with another woman in the kitchen kissing. It was an ongoing thing and it later came out that he would let her help with the babies if they woke up while she was there. That was somehow one of the hardest details to handle.

My girlfriend at the time had just gotten her first cell phone (very late adopter) but had no idea that when you call someone and they are already on a call, it gives you a specific tone.

I would call her after work, like she always asked me to do ... And I'd hear the tone letting me know she was already on the line. She would always pretend she was working. So I began making a note of it. And she just kept lying to me.

Finally I called her out on it. Told her about the tone. And she was shocked. But still kept lying, so I pulled out my notes ... And her phone bill and showed her.

Of course, then it became "you violated my privacy?!?". I was right. But that didn't matter. Proving that she was lying to me and trying to make me feel crazy was the far greater crime than her cheating.

It was so devastating to have proof and just watch her lie straight to my face ... And then act like I was the villain for getting the proof and confronting her.

We were having a conversation about different intimate experiences and he said “I drove us to this hotel blah blah blah”

I said “I’ll stop you there, you drove did you?”

“Yes”

“Who taught you how to drive?”

Me, it’s me. I taught him how to drive, he said it to my face without realising he’d outed himself.

We shared a DoorDash account. He told me he was pulling an all-nighter at the office for a big client deadline and not to wait up.


Around 9:30 PM, I got a notification on my phone that a delivery was completed. It was for two sushi combos, two miso soups, and two desserts. The delivery address was a local hotel just a few miles from our house.


I called the hotel, asked for his room, and the front desk put me right through. A woman answered the phone. I just hung up, packed his clothes in garbage bags, and put them on the porch.


When he got home the next morning, he actually tried to claim he checked into the hotel because he "needed a quiet place to focus." He forgot he ordered two of everything.

Caught her in bed with him. She'd been complaining I was never home. So one day I left work around noon, stopped to grab flowers, silenced the alarm on the car when I got home, snuck in quietly so I could surprise her. All 3 of us were proper surprised. Told him he could have her, because it wasn't the first time. He decided that staying with his wife was a better idea.....he was a cop, so everything he owned was in his wife's name, just in case he ever got sued. I made arrangements to pick up some of my stuff, and grabbed my answering machine. It had been set to record all calls. Didn't think much of it, until one day I played the recordings...... He told her that she was the one, he was going to divorce his wife, etc etc..... I found out later that he was a serial cheater. No idea how that little bit of info got disseminated....

He called and asked me to drop his wallet to work, I did, identified myself as his partner to the woman behind the counter.
She literally dropped to the floor and scuttled away and, not going to lie, I knew immediately.

He tried to deny it with 'shes just an odd one' but come on. No grown woman is pulling that just from meeting another woman for not reason.

Happened with my parents. 10 years after my dad passed away, my brother got a message on one of those ancestry websites from some guy claiming to be our half brother and wanted to connect. Turns out my dad had a one night stand almost 30 years ago and had a secret kid (we presume he didn’t know about the kid). Surprisingly, my mom wasn’t too upset by it since he had already passed away and there wasn’t anything she could do to change it. We welcomed our new half brother into the family and him and my brother are like best friends now.

I loved him. 5 years together. He got a new job that involved a lot of traveling, and I was very happy and proud of him..

All was fine in my head- working, blah blah doing my own thing while he was gone about a week of every month. I had a day off while he was working, and he left his phone at home! Whoops! I opened it to call his boss, who was a great friend of ours… and saw a message. What’s this? Tinder message? What?

I about had a heart attack right there. Apparently he was using tinder when he was out of town.

I kept it to myself, took pictures of this on his phone, and didn’t bring it up. I wanted to hear it from him. Meanwhile, I applied for a big job in another city, and got it. Once I had my offer letter, I asked him if he had ever met anyone when he was out of town for work. He said, no of course not! Then I showed him the pictures I took of his phone with clear messages of tinder. Yeah.

He broke down. Sobbing. He was so sorry. So sorry.

So sorry so sorry so sorry. Well, not good enough. Goodbye. I took the job. Moved 4 hours away, and now have an amazing life with a new man. He’s still sorry, lost his job, now living with his mom at almost 47 years old. Bye loser.