My husband had an affair and even planned to kick me out of the house — I struck back so ruthlessly that his life returned to a perfect “zero.”/th

When she read the messages her husband sent to his mistress, Hiên’s blood boiled with rage. She decided to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

After five years of marriage, Hiên’s husband, Hoàng, began to change. At first, he flirted with young women he met at cafés, drinking parties, or through social media. Gradually, he started taking them out to dinner, on dates, and even spent the night with some who were easily persuaded.

When Hiên found out, Hoàng put on an apologetic act. He hugged her tightly and promised to change. But after countless affairs, his words meant nothing—they were just empty promises. Hoàng remained the same unfaithful man.

Although he no longer cared about his wife or child, Hoàng refused to divorce. He was chasing achievements at work to be considered for promotion to deputy manager. On the outside, he still played the role of a loving husband and father perfectly.

Recently, he became involved with a younger woman. He frequently left early and came home late. As a result, the intimacy between him and Hiên faded. Still, whenever Hiên expressed suspicion, Hoàng flatly denied everything, claiming his long hours were due to year-end workload at the company.

Then one night, Hoàng came home drunk, stumbling around. Hiên secretly unlocked his phone and read the entire conversation between him and his mistress. The more she read, the angrier she became. Her face tensed up, her muscles twitching in frustration.

Hoàng regularly sent his mistress revealing photos, clearly trying to initiate intimacy. The messages between them were filled with vulgar language. Hiên blushed in embarrassment just reading their filthy exchange.

But the most infuriating part was a recent message Hoàng had sent to his mistress. He wrote:

“My love. Being with you makes me hate that old hag at home more and more. All she does is nag and criticize me. Just looking at her ugly face makes me want to throw up.

I’m having to put on an act of loving her. Just a few more days—once I get promoted to deputy manager—I’ll kick her out of the house. Then I’ll bring you in, and we’ll have a happy future together.”

Struggling to stay calm, Hiên took screenshots of every message and sent them to her own phone. She made up her mind to teach Hoàng a lesson he’d never forget.

In the following days, Hiên acted as though nothing had happened. She was as normal as ever with Hoàng, but secretly, she hired someone to track him and gather solid evidence of his affair.

Then came the day Hoàng had an important presentation with the company’s senior executives. While he wasn’t paying attention, Hiên swapped out his presentation data with a little “gift” she had prepared just for him.

Clueless, Hoàng walked into the boardroom full of confidence. He began his presentation on a new product development plan—but the giant screen behind him lit up with something entirely unexpected: proof of his affair.

There were screenshots of text messages between him and his mistress, along with inappropriate photos of the two entangled in intimate acts. Everything was on display.

Hoàng rushed to shut it down, but it was too late—his slides were set to auto-play. Everything he wanted to hide had already been seen. The room erupted with murmurs. Some shook their heads, others sneered. All eyes turned toward Hoàng with disgust and contempt.

As a result, not only did Hoàng lose his shot at the deputy manager position—he was fired from the company altogether. Ashamed, he packed up his things and left.

When he returned home, Hoàng stormed inside, ready to unleash his anger on his wife—but she was gone. Hiên had already taken their child and left for her parents’ house.

She left behind only a note with the court date for their divorce proceedings. With all the evidence of infidelity in her hands, it was likely that she would get both the house and custody of their child.

Hoàng, furious, tore the paper to shreds and screamed her name in rage.

When he finally calmed down, he picked up the phone to call his mistress—the only person he thought could comfort him now. But she didn’t answer. Just the endless beeping of a disconnected line.

She had sensed his downfall and disappeared quickly to avoid being dragged down with him.

Alone in the quiet room, Hoàng pulled out a bottle of liquor. The more he drank, the clearer things became. From someone who had everything, he had now fallen to absolute zero.

A bitter, broken smile curled on his lips.