Single Dad Mocked at Job Interview… Until He Fixed the CEO’s Biggest Problem in Seconds

The Discovery of the Affair

I quietly left after discovering my wife’s affair after three and a half years of marriage. A year later, my ghosted ex-wife tracked me down.

After hearing of my wife’s adultery, I moved to the hills. I’m not sure why I’m writing this, but perhaps it will be helpful to someone now that the incident is over and I’ve moved on.

After three and a half years of marriage, I learned of my wife’s affair in February 2018. I worked a contract job that occasionally required a lot of travel but also permitted me to work from home when I returned as a director of a technical sales company.

My wife held a very lucrative position. Although things had become a little strained due to her working longer and longer hours and me traveling for work, we still had what I would call a fairly excellent marriage background.

Five years ago at a cookout hosted by a mutual acquaintance, I met my wife, who is now my ex. We immediately clicked after we started talking.

To be honest, I felt that being with a woman who was so attractive and articulate was a huge advantage. My rough around the edges demeanor somehow appealed to her.

After a few weeks of dating, we found ourselves smitten with one another. When we would meet at each other’s apartments, the clothes simply flew off.

After 18 months of dating, we eventually got married and moved into a large apartment while saving for a down payment on a home. Things began to change after the first three years of marriage.

Even though I still had feelings for her, I noticed that she would argue over little matters. When I mentioned all the late hours and the increasingly regular work outings, she would grow irate.

Paying the Dues

Since she had been moving up the corporate ladder, she would claim that it was a necessary component of paying the dues. At least, that was her justification.

She informed me that since I was also away for weeks at a time, I had no right to challenge her. In reality, I had only been taking vacations for three or four days every five weeks or so, so I assured her that I could definitely manage cutting back on my travel time.

There was never a conclusion to these highly circular arguments. Looking back, I realized that I was unaware that my wife was having an affair.

Aside from our declining sexual life and her persistently late work hours, I would never have suspected anything. I simply assumed that she was exhausted from her job.

Being rejected so often when I tried to start a sexual relationship had taken a toll on my ego. Although she had a work mobile phone and might have been using it, I didn’t witness the covert texting that I had read about in other articles.

She used our spare bedroom as a home office and spent a lot of time there. Around September 2017, Kathy began returning home from work and spending the evening at a work engagement instead.

This increased from one night per week to over three nights each week. Although I’m not naturally envious, she would undoubtedly be observed by others, and I’m aware that she would need to repel some of the males at her workplace.

Despite working with more male CEOs than female ones, she gave off the impression that she was primarily engaged in her job. The first time I suspected she was cheating was a month prior to D-Day.

A Warning Sign Under the Seat

Before returning home, she had made a brief stop at the supermarket. I was asked to assist her with the grocery shopping.

Something pink was glinting from just beneath the front passenger seat of her automobile as I was retrieving a few items from the rear seat. It was a bra that belonged to my wife.

She preferred ones from a certain clothing store, so I knew it was hers. Looking back, I can see the