"I Just Laughed And Walked Out": 40 Stories Of Cheaters Getting Caught In The Act

Got into a fight with my at-the-time gf on my way to work. Had a mutual "friend" sleeping on the couch. Came back about an hour later(work was 3 minutes away. With traffic) and found my ex in a teddy. Not the sweatpants and tanktop i had left her in. Noticed some clothes(NOT mine) on MY side of the bed. I ask if im interrupting something. She tells me i should leave. The toilet flushes. The bathroom door opens, i turn to see who is brave enough to plant their clothes on MY side of MY bed. Lo and behold the m**********r on the couch was giving me the deer in the headlight oh s**t look. In. My. Towel. She begins to panic and tell me to leave as he tucks tail back into the bathroom and locks the door. Still. In. My. Towel. The apparent sound of the boiling of my blood kept him from opening the bathroom door and her from opening the bedroom door. I take a deep breath, shout out "this b***h better only have MY s**t in it when i get back. But take the towel." And went back to work, turned off my phone, bought a new towel and bedset, burned the old sheets, and lived happily ever after with my new towel.

Married to my wife 6 months.

I work a lot (own a small business) so I'm gone a lot.

But I came home from the office part of my day to grab something I needed for a job I was headed to, heard noise in the bedroom, walked in and there she was, riding another guy.

They both looked at me, I looked at them, I grabbed what I needed and left quickly, telling her as I turned around that she better be gone when I got back.

I called a friend of mine who waited about 2 hours and then went to my place. She had left, taking essentials with her. The following weekend he stood in for me while she removed the rest of her stuff.

One mistake I made is that I didn't cancel the credit cards of mine that she had cards of also. She went out that evening with that guy and ran them all up (about 5k or so, they were not major limit cards, I had only had them to help my credit score earlier and because I was making good money now, had been on a cash-only basis for a long while, which is probably why I forgot).

That was basically the end of the finding out.

Hiring an attorney for the divorce, who then hired a PI when she replied to my filing with a request for 2k in Alimony a month revealed that she had been cheating through the entire marriage and prior. 2 guys she had been with but dumped agreed to sign affidavits with the attorney, the PI took a crapload of pictures as well. She didn't get the 2k a month once the judge saw all this at the final hearing to finalize the divorce.

After we had parted ways but were not divorced yet (this was 6+ years ago-took 6 months and a day in CA then from start to finish, its now something like 6 weeks) she went to a club and g********d about 10 guys in a back room.

After the divorce was final I haven't seen her again. But I know she is in AZ because shes tried to get credit in my name there 3 times.

I've told this story many times, but didn't elaborate on the actual catching. So there you go.

The attorney all told cost about 12 grand, or 6 months of Alimony. The attorney told me I'd probably have to pay her about 5 years monthly, so I saved quite a bit on that, for sure. Its possible it could have gone longer than that, had the Judge ruled for it-basically his call.

EDIT: Fixed some typos and bad english.

About four years ago a mutual friend of ours(Mine and my fiance) came to stay for a while because he fell on hard times out of state. I met him through her when we were teens but never knew the story behind them. Well I was working a s****y McJob to support myself, my 1 year-old, and both of them at he time and worked close to 50 hours a week(had no car, walked rain or shine 3 miles a day to work) One night I got off early cause we were slow and headed home. I tried to call but no one answered. I walk in and right there on my brand new couch was her and our mooch of a "friend". I got so enraged I just started kicking the s**t out of him(he was a typical do-nothing out of shape l***r), My neighbor woke up and came over from hearing us and tackled me(it was 2am, he was trying to save me from k*****g him) after the cops came and cooler heads prevailed I found out that they dated before we met and they felt it was true love so they couldn't help themselves. I got an a*****t charge and a night in jail. The next day they were gone, They moved to Oregon with his mom and left my daughter at my uncles house. Haven't seen them since and my daughter who is 5 now enjoys her life with me and my now wife of 3 years(who has been very faithful) Last I heard they were living off the state and bouncing between housing, I am now gainfully employed and happy with life. Moral of the story is always know who you are with.
TL;DR I got McFucked with a side of jail.

Was dating a guy for almost a year and just found out i was pregnant. We had planned to have lunch together at his house but morning sickness had kicked in so I told him I would have to wait till dinner time. He sounded super disappointed so an hour later I felt well enough to surprise him with a sub for lunch.
When I got to his house I found the door wide open so I walked in. As I opened his bedroom door I found him in bed with two girls.
Pissed off I tossed the sub at him, called him some choice words and ran out the door.
He follows me and tries to get me to calm down. I tell him I'm done and want to leave but he begs me to hear him out claiming he has a good reason for what he was doing.
He then tells me the biggest crock of p*o I have ever heard in my life.
He tells me that he dated this girl before me for a short time. Being a middle eastern girl she was very set on the no s*x rule before marriage for fear of what her family would do to her. However, one night they ended up sleeping together anyway and he broke her cherry. Pan forward to the present, she calls him in a panic saying her life was in danger. She tells him she was going on a trip over seas soon to see family and for fear of being s****d to death she begged him to meet her parents and claim they had married secretly to save her.
His next words were the craziest part of my story.
"...so if i dont keep sleeping with her, they will stone her to death. The other girl was just her sister making sure it was legit. Do you get it now? I am saving this womans life!"
I just turned around and walked away. Almost 8 years later and I still cant tell this story without giving him some props for creativity. Kills me to do so but even I could not have told that line of c**p as straight faced as he did.

About 4 years back, had my then gf over for the night (usually came over the night before we had uni, she lived about 45 minutes drive from it, I lived about 5).

Anyway, she went for a shower, her phone went off with an SMS. I knew she was expecting an SMS from her friend, shouted through the door saying she got one, she asked me to read it out to her.

It was the guy she was doing behind my back, saying how good the Friday night was, wishing he was balls deep in her again.

I read it out, heard the shower stop, she comes out crying and apologising. Tell her to get dressed, throw her stuff in my car, and then drive her to her parents. Her mother asks what's going on, explain it to her. She tells me I'm more welcome in her house than her daughter, but I just leave, go get a litre of Jacks, and smash it that night. Take a bottle of rum to uni the next day, drinking it in my chem lecture. Been about 4 years since then, and find it hard to trust someone like that again. Seems small compared to others, but that's my story.

Backstory: I had been with my girlfriend for seven years and we planned on getting married. I got a job in a city about two hrs away from her, though, but she'd move down with me after a month because she had/wanted to finish up a big project at work. (Or so she said)

I planned on going up there to stay with her for a weekend and just romance her up completely in prep for the next weekend when I was going to propose.

On Thursday I decided id just surprise her by going up there a day early, because things were slow at work and I was too excited to see her. And so I left work, bought flowers and dressed up, and got in the car and was off.

Long story short, when I got there I found her hooking up with my best friend. They noticed me right away, and I freaked out and left. Two days later she called and asked me to talk things out, so I met her at a restraunt. Left the restraunt confused, regretting the past seven years, angry and single.

Resorted to drinking, and... Well, s**t.

This happened to my sister-in-law.

My brother in law (wife's brother) loses his job just after they have a kid. He says it's because of layoffs, I think he just f****d up, but whatever. For the next year he looks for a job but can't find anything (also b******t - we live in oil country).

So he decides to go back to school. Queue second kid. She's working full time and taking care of the kids because he's "not good at it". She cuts maternity leave short because they're broke. In the span of 3 years they amass 80k in debt because of his schooling, but he promises they'll pay it all back afterwards (he's in a nursing program, so he's probably right).

Two months after he graduates, he gets "caught" cheating with a girl he's been seeing for the last 6 months. (he let her find out - we're all pretty sure...)

So, they split up just as he gets a job making 120k per year. He sticks her with half the debt from when he went to school. And, as if this needed a f*****g cherry on top, he threatens to sue her for half custody of the kids because "he can't afford to pay full child support".

I did. We'd been together for over two years and had been out drinking quite heavily. Sat in a friend's bar after hours we realise we haven't seen her or another friend in a while. We tracked them down in the disabled toilets. Her excuse was that she was drunk and doesn't actually remember doing anything. We broke up soon afterwards. I didn't actually feel that hurt. I think the relationship was over before it happened anyway, and it wasn't the nicest thing to see but it made it easier for me to finsih with her.

tl;dr caught her in the toilet in a bar.

So I got a story about a guy I used to work with, who was engaged to marry his high school gf. They really didn't date too much in high school, because he was a senior and she was a freshman. He's a arrogant rich kid btw, and she was a pretty, sweet girl.

Anyway, this guy decides to start a real estate company after failing to graduate college. So in 2008, he borrows some money from his dad, gets engaged, and then proceeds to lose the money hand over fist during the housing bubble. As his investment properties start getting foreclosed on, and his business partners become increasingly disgruntled, it soon becomes clear that his fairytale wedding on a beach in a 3rd world country might not work out so well.

So late, late one night, I get a phone call. It's the girl's father, trying to locate the girl. The girl and the guy had been downtown drinking with friends, and the guy had abruptly called the wedding off and stormed out into the night. The reason being he went to the restroom and came back to see her making out with their gay next door neighbor. She had been dared/pressured into it by their drunken friends, and had herself been curios on what it would be like to make out with a gay guy.

Anyway, his business partners decide to kick him out of the company that same weekend, while he's distracted with the foreclosure and his broken engagement. So it was interesting to see that fall from grace.

Later, the girl comes by to clear some of their stuff out of the office, when she lays this gem on me. She was relieved to be out of the engagement, but she couldn't get over how unfair it was that the guy got so upset. See, she thought it was incredibly unfair, because a few weeks ago at a party, she has walked in on the guy blowing the same gay neighbor. Don't ask me to explain any of this, I just report the facts.

TDLR: In the same week he gets foreclosed on and booted out of his company, a colleague of mine breaks off his engagement after seeing his fiancé making out with the gay neighbor on a dare. The kicker was that his fiancé did not expect the reaction, as she had caught him blowing the same gay neighbor just weeks before the disengagement.

Not me but a friend. I'm missing a few details, but basically the couple was at a party together when he left the room everyone else was in. She went to go look for him and found him and his ex totally naked in bed together. She actually just left the room and told everyone they were getting changed or something really dumb. Poor girl was in complete denial, and they're still together.

My gf and I were busy a lot. We both worked full time and had a toddling daughter. I was also in school full time learning graphic design. It was hectic, and from time to time our apartment needed a lot of work keeping it clean. One day, my ex asks me to take the baby out and spend the day gone so she can clean the house. Not unusual, a two year old baby and an exhausted daddy from his five 7a-11p days just get in the way. So, me a Floppy hop in the car and go spend the lovely spring day together. Hang out with grandma, go to the park, whatever.

We text off and on through the day and talk a few times. After being gone most of the day, it's dinner time o I ask if she wants some help, some dinner and let her know grandma offered to watch the Flopster. "No, I'm getting close to being done, just a bit longer."

Okay, no biggie, it's about six, so I feed the kid, we do bath at grandma's, and around 8:30, she's out. I hang out for a bit, lay the girl down in her bed at grandma's and figure, what the h**l, I'll head home and see hats up.

I pull into the drive. Now, each building had eight apartments. Each apartment ten spots. Two visitor/extras. Our building only had one other resident with two cars. First thing I notice is a car I've never seen before. A black Oldsmobile Alero. Nothing strange, we have neighbors, it's Saturday. Any one of the other seven residents could have a guest. But something just isn't sitting right. A lump begins to form. I don't know why, it just does.

I park on the street and walk up to the door. Locked. I don't hear anything. Odd, when she cleans she always has the TV or music playing. I unlock the door and the apartment is spotless. Best it's looked since we moved in. Yet, no sign of the girlfriend. I don't hear anything unusual. So I start down the hallway. I'm not being loud. The lump's growing. I get two steps down the hall and she bursts out of our bedroom, naked as the day she was born and shuts the door behind her. My eyes reflexively narrow.

"You need to leave."
"Excuse me? This is my g*****n home. I'm not going anywhere. What the f**k's going on?"
"You just need to leave," she says it again. I knew. I knew when I pulled in. I walk purposely down the hall. I brush by her. I open my door. There, quickly getting his shoes on is a guy. Scruffy, out of shape, ugly son of a b***h roughly our age. "D**n, I know I'm not the best looking dude, but seriously? You cheat on *me* with *that*?" I say out loud.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't know, I'm sorry. I didn't know." Fatty McFucked My GF gets his cane (yes, cane, and not one would use trying to look dapper, but a cheap aluminum one from the d**g store) and awkwardly tries to slip by me. I only know realize what he sees. Fury. Unadulterated, ice cold, the type of anger that loops past destroy everything into eerie calm. The type of anger that creates true fear in a person when they see it. My eyes are pinholes, my head cocked down. My fists are clenched so tightly I can feel blood from my, admittedly past due for a trim fingernails. I turn so he can pass. Skankatron locks herself in the bathroom to the right of our bedroom door. Fatboy Brokeback lumbers towards my door stumbling twice in fear of being hit in the back. He leaves.

"Just go!" I hear from the bathroom. I walk into our tiny kitchen and make a sandwich. I sit at the table and eat my salami and Colby cheese sandwich. Spicy mustard and just a dab of mayo. Her phone sits on the table. I flip it open and start reading. At least three guys she had been hitting on throughout the day. Fatty Fuckstick telling her how he hurt his back years ago backyard wrestling. Her telling him she's single and I'm a deadbeat and complications meant she can't get pregnant so he can go bareback if he wants.

Eventually she comes out, gets dressed and sits down. "I'm sorry." I barely even acknowledge her. "Get out." She leaves. I call my mom and tell her not to let Floppy leave with her.

I'd like to say I sent her back home to her trash life in her small town of one closed factory. I'd love to say that. But we had a kid and I didn't want that for her. So I forgave her. She'd cheat on me. I'd catch her. Sometimes before it went past texting. Sometimes before she snuck away. She'd spend months proving herself, earning my trust back just to smash it. Oddly, it was always summer after this incident. Something about July and August.

Eventually, we had a second child, my lil man, George. A year or so after that we got married. That summer after marriage was the worst. Eventually, I snapped. I saw myself in the mirror one day and I hated the person staring back at me. He was fat and ugly. He looked defeated. He looked old and tired and broken. He had all but given up, and he wasn't far off from that. I sat on the floor and cried that night. I knew something had to change. My wife came in and bitched. I worked at 5am, but would stay up to see her when she got home at 11p. I realized that's all she ever did. Never even acknowledged I was living on six or less hours sleep, getting through an afternoon with two small children while she worked. She'd have grandma come and help with the kids each morning, and take Lil Man with her. Who knows how she spent her mornings.

I packed up the kids, and left her pretty much everything else. I try not to look back. She hasn't seen them since Mother's Day, now. Before that it was February. Hasn't had them overnight since last December. I do my best. Being a single dad is hard, but I have an amazing family who saves me so much.

I still don't really like the guy in the mirror, but he's getting more likable every day.


EDIT: I just want to thank everyone for their kind words. You all are awesome. And a special thanks to the two redditors gave me Gold.

Seen my mom giving a neighbor a b*****b, my dad threatened him. The next week he sold his house and moved cities. Parents are still together but don't sleep in the same bed.

Edit for details: He was over for a heavy night of drinking. About 2 am I went to get a drink. I noticed the door was open still so I turned on the light outside to see if anyone was out there so I dont lock anyone out. As soon as I do I see my mom on her knees and she quickly gets up and he zips up. I say "what the f**k are you doing?" they both say nothing and my mom goes inside and he just sits there. I ask him "why did you zip up your pants, what the f**k were you doing?". He sits in silence, and I tell him to get his kid and get the f**k out before my dad gets up. I go downstairs for a second and when I came back he was gone and I never seen him again.

Freshman year of college I came home from visiting my family a day early. I walk into my dorm roomto find my girlfriend topless making out with my roommate/ good friend with his d**k in her hand. Worst part about it was that he had always told me how much of a botch she was and that I should break up with her. Anyway I immediately ran up, pulled him out of the bed, slammed him to the ground and started dropping heavy blows to the face while my girlfriend screamed at me to stop. I stopped and walked out the door and went to my other friends room to chill for a while. I ended up dumping my girlfriend and my friend/ roommate apologized profusely saying he deserved to get his a*s kicked. I kind of forgave him but it was still a very awkward rest of the year sharing a room with him.

Backstory: My boyfriend was addicted to c*****e -- like disappear all weekend, blow his entire paycheck/tax refunds and show up at my house on Monday with flowers -- addicted.

We were fairly young, and had been dating for about three months. His house was party central, so my sister, friend, and I where there drinking one day with him and his friends. He goes outside to smoke a cigarette (which he only did when drinking) and my friend goes out there too. I remember having this awful, gut wrenching feeling a couple minutes later, I just knew... and then he walks back in. An hour later my sister tells me that my friend and him kissed (hurt worse than if he would've just fcked her), and all I kept saying was "I know, I knew it." I punched him in the face and left.

Seven years later. He's been clean for about five years (he just quit one day after Christmas, said he was tired.) He's a completely changed man, so it always pisses me off when people say "once a cheater, always a cheater" because that's b******t. I went through two years of h**l with him, but I absolutely completely trust him now. We're engaged and expecting our first ;).

We were hanging out in a friends' dorm room, i lived next door. We were all going out at 2am to a charity thing, she fell asleep on my friends' bed. He obviously knew we were dating and i thought nothing of it.

I later found out they hooked up after i left the room, but the bad thing is that another friend was in the other bunk from them, and i had walked into the room 2 other times to see if anyone was awake, and had i turned on the lights, i would have seen everything. They're dating now, 5 months later.

Caught my boyfriend and my best friend f*****g in my living room.

They didn't see me, went to my boyfriends and my room. Locked the door packed all up his s**t. Cannot sleep. Come 7am in the morning he finally decides its a great idea to come to our room. Knocks. I open the door I see him at the door and her in the living room at the end of the hallway. I say "Your s**t is in the hallway, leave and bring you w***e with you."

Yep and that is how a 3 year relationship ended. I had caught him sexting other girls, and there were other things before and let those slide when I shouldn't have. This was the last straw I suppose.

I didn't catch my SO in the act, but I caught my mother.
I was in eighth grade and it was getting really late in the evening. My stepdad has to wake up early for work so he was asleep in his bedroom already. I got really thirsty so I went downstairs so I could go to the kitchen and grab a drink. Well my mom thought we were all sleeping and when I stepped down the last stair my mom was sitting in the chair in the corner with her shirt off Skyping with this guy she met online. I flipped out. I stayed in my room until the next day when my step dad got home. I told him and he keyed the webcam of her laptop and that was the end of it. I'm in utter disbelief that they're still together.

We were at a party, she got drunk, I randomly walked around a corner to see her making out with some dude. I walked up, calmly told her we were done and walked off. About an hour later she found me and begged forgiveness and pleaded with me. Saying she got too drunk. I drove her home, held her hair while she puked, got her water and lied awake on the couch all night. Then in the morning when I decided I could forgive her, she dumped me.

Christmas day 2004. I left work early, and come home to grunts and moans coming from the bedroom. I had suspected him of cheating, and so wasn't surprised. I quietly picked up our glass coffee table and even more quietly carried it to the bedroom. Walk in to find him with another man. The other guy saw me first and as he cries out in surprise, I throw the glass table onto both of.them. There was no time for excuses. Just screaming and blood. I drag the other dude by the ankle, and throw.him down the back.stairs. I then throw his clothes out the front door. By then my partner is crying and apologizing. So I take the bloody frame from.the table and hit him with it. By now.I'm starting to realize the gravity of what I'd done. I get in my car and leave, leaving them both cut up and bloody to do what they will. Fully expecting to be arrested, I head to the corner bar and proceed to get s*******d drunk. I closed down the bar and took a cab home. Get home to my partner asleep on the couch. I awoke the next day to a letter of apology. He'd taken his clothes and dog and gone to his grandmother's. Still, he offered no excuses, only apologies. Last I heard they were still living together, but that was in 2010.

So this happened Monday, the 8th of this month.

It's 10:45 at night, and we have class at 7:30 the next day. She comes up to me and asks "Do you want anything from the store, I'm going to pick up some coffee for tomorrow morning."

I replied, "You're going for coffee? At 10:45 at night?"

Her: "Yes, I'm wired"

Me: "Whatever floats your boat. Don't need anything, thanks."

As soon as she left, I went to my handy dandy SMS tracker that I have on her phone. Why do I have an SMS tracker on her phone, you may ask? I've already caught her violating our marriage before, twice. Not s*x (that I know of), but sexting basically. I've (foolishly) forgiven her, but put that on her phone so if I ever get suspicious I can just check it out.

Anyways, lo and behold, the last guy I caught her sexting with was texting her.

Him: "Hey why did you block me on FB"

Her: "*some b******t excuse because she didn't want to admit she got caught*"

Him: "Oh, well wanna bang?"

At this point, I laughed. Who the f**k just out and asks "wanna bang"? Like that's going to work...

Her: "Sure, when?"

What the f*****g f**k

Him: "Can you come now?"

Her: "Yeah let me try to slip away for a few minutes. Where do you live again?"

Him: *address*

*picks up phone* *says address* .8 miles away. Really now. I put on my long pants and put my Glock on my belt. Went to grab my keys, and oh...she took MY keys. Gotcha. It's a nice night for a walk.

So I walked to his place and stood by her car. It was about 11:45 when they came out. Since it was dark, I guess they couldn't see me. He came out in his boxers and nothing else. They walked to the car, maybe 5 feet away from me without seeing me. Right when they were about to kiss goodnight, I said "HAVE FUN?"

I have never in my entire life seen two people turn whiter. He looked at me, then looked at the Glock on my hip, and nope'd the f**k out and went inside without saying anything. She didn't speak for a good 20 minutes.

She was on her way to her mother's house with most of her s**t by noon the next day.

**tl;dr: 10:45 at night to get coffee means "I'm going to f**k some guy".**.