He Paid Her Daily Ubers, So I Sued Him For Everything

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Synopsis

I unlocked my husband's phone, and an active Uber trip popped up on the screen.
The pickup was an unfamiliar apartment complex. The destination was a downtown hotel.
I scrolled back through a full year of ride history.
Every single weekday morning, at 8:10 AM sharp, an Uber was ordered from that same complex to his office. Never missed a day.
Every trip was twenty dollars.
I stared at the screen, remembering how I took the crowded subway every morning just to save a few bucks.
While I pinched pennies, he was paying for someone else's daily ride.
I scrolled back further. A week ago, when I had a 102-degree fever, he told me he had to work late.
Yet that night at 11:00 PM, an Uber had been called from that complex to the very same hotel.
And now, here was another trip, heading to the exact same place.
Derek finished lacing up his shoes without looking up. "An emergency came up at the office. I have to run."
I placed the phone face down on the sofa, silent.
I slipped into my shoes, left before him, and hailed a cab straight to that hotel.
"Just got to the office. Might be home late tonight."
The revolving doors swung open, and Derek walked in holding a cake box.
I raised my phone, snapped a picture of his back, and sent it to him.
"I thought you were at the office?"
The elevator doors opened, and he strode inside without checking his phone.
I followed him in, stopping half a step behind him.
The polished mirror inside reflected his face. When he caught my reflection, his brows snapped together.
He turned around, his voice tight.
"Chloe? What are you doing here?"
I didn't beat around the bush, fixing my eyes on the slight crease at his collar.
"Who’s the woman you order an Uber for every single day?"
He loosened his collar with a forced smile.
"What are you talking about? She's a new hire at work. She lives far out, so I just called her a ride on my way."
"It's that simple."
"For a whole year? Every single morning rush hour?"
My tone was dead flat, my nails digging into my palms.
"What kind of coworker needs you to play personal chauffeur every day?"
His smile stiffened, then he sighed, his voice softening.
"You're overthinking this. She just graduated and is trying to make it in the city alone. I was just helping her out."
"Didn't you always tell me to look out for the juniors?"
I gave a cold smile that didn't reach my eyes.
"Then why are you at a hotel? Is tonight part of your charity work too?"
He checked his watch, acting as if I was wasting his precious time.
"Today's her birthday. A few people from the team chipped in to celebrate, and I was on cake duty."
"Just you? Where’s everyone else?"
He parted his lips, his voice wavering.
"They're... waiting upstairs."
I stared at him, waiting for him to keep digging his grave.
Unsettled by my gaze, he reached out to grab my arm.
"Come on, stop being paranoid. If you're upset, I'll go back with you right now. I'll just leave the cake at the front desk."
"Let's go home."
His fingers wrapped around my wrist with the familiar gentle pressure he always used.
I stood rooted to the spot.
"I'm not going back."
I pulled my wrist free.
"I'm going up with you."
The elevator floor numbers ticked upward one by one.
The calm mask on his face finally cracked.
"Chloe, seriously, don't. It's just a team hangout. It'll be awkward if you show up."
"Listen to me. Go home. I'll just have one drink and leave."
I glanced at him. The tips of his ears were burning red.
"If your conscience is clean, what are you afraid of?"
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced an uneasy chuckle.
"I'm not afraid. I just don't want to make an unnecessary scene."
"If you barge in like this, people will think something's wrong."
Ding. The doors slid open.
The hallway was dead quiet, the carpet so plush it muffled every step.
He blocked my path at the elevator door, raising an arm.
"Chloe, please, I'm begging you. Don't go in there."
"Let's talk at home, okay?"
There was genuine panic in his eyes.
I had never seen him look like this.
"Move."
I dodged his arm and walked down the hall.
He scrambled after me, grabbing my wrist again, this time hard.
"I was wrong."
His voice was barely a whisper, choked with dread.
"I know I messed up. It won't happen again. Let's just leave right now, please?"
Before I could speak, his phone rang in his pocket.
The screen lit up with a single contact name: a crescent moon emoji.
His face drained of color as he frantically tried to decline it.
I moved faster, snatching the phone from his grip, answering it, and hitting speaker.A woman's voice spilled from the speaker, sweet and dripping like melted cream.
"Babe, why aren't you up yet? I've been waiting forever."
Her voice purred with flirtatious whine.
"I put on that dress you bought me. The one you said looked sexy on me."
Derek's jaw worked uselessly. "Almost there. Just parking."
He hung up.
The corridor was so quiet you could hear the hum of the central AC.
He stood before me, his shoulders slumping.
"Chloe, I lost my mind."
"It won't happen again, I swear. We'll go home right now, and I'll tell her it's completely over."
His lips trembled as he spoke, eyes rimmed with red.
He looked so convincingly heartbroken.
I didn't answer. I walked past him, checking room numbers along the wall.
He trailed behind me, his footsteps hurried and frantic.
"What are you doing? Chloe, stop making a scene! Let's talk at home."
"Going in there helps no one."
I paused and shot him a look.
"I'm going in to take some photos."
He froze.
"I'll need them for the divorce."
My voice was chillingly calm.
All the blood rushed out of his face. His lips quivered, but no words came out.
I stopped in front of Room 1612.
The number matched the destination on his Uber receipt.
I raised my knuckles and knocked three times.
The door swung open.
A heavy blast of sickly sweet perfume hit the air.
A young woman leaned against the doorframe, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a skintight wine-red slip dress.
When she saw him, her eyes lit up and she threw herself forward.
Wrapping both arms around his neck, she planted a kiss on his cheek.
Only then did she notice me.
She paused, arms still draped over him, eyeing me up and down.
"Who's this?"
Derek stayed frozen like a wooden post.
I raised my phone and took a photo of her.
The flash went off.
She jerked back, releasing him, her brow furrowing.
"Who the hell are you? Why are you taking pictures?"
"I'm his wife."I lowered my phone, my tone flat.
Her expression changed instantly.
She whipped her head toward him, her voice turning shrill.
"You told me you were divorced!"
Derek stayed silent.
"Derek, are you deaf?"
She shoved his shoulder.
"You swore you finalized it months ago! You promised you'd buy a condo and marry me!"
Hearing that last part, I couldn't help but let out a dry laugh.
"Our joint account has less than fifteen grand in it."
I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest.
"What condo is he buying you? One drawn on a napkin?"
Her face flushed crimson, and she glared at him.
"Derek! Explain yourself right now! Is she telling the truth?"
"You're not divorced? And you're broke?"
Derek's lips moved, managing a strained mumble.
"Mia, listen to me... I really want to be with you. Just give me some time."
"Give you time for what?"
She cut him off, her voice screeching higher.
"Time to feed me more lies? I'm telling you, divorce her right now!"
"If you sign the papers, we can still have a life together. If you don't, we're done!"
She sounded completely entitled, chin tilted up like a debt collector.
As if she were the only victim here.
Derek stood caught between us, glancing left and right, sweat dripping down his temples.
"Mia, divorce isn't that simple. You have to give me..."
"Give you what?"
Tears welled in her eyes, her voice shaking.
"What did you tell me back then? You said there was zero love left between you two! You said you'd been separated for two years!"
"I cooked for you, did your laundry, stayed up with you when you worked late, spent a whole month picking out your birthday gift! What did I want from you? I just wanted you!"
"And you haven't even filed the damn paperwork?"
She grew more hysterical by the second.
"Derek, give me a straight answer today. Are you divorcing her, or not?"
He opened his mouth, completely speechless.
Watching him standing there, a wave of profound absurdity washed over me.
This same man had warmed milk for me in the kitchen this morning and reminded me to bundle up against the cold.
When he cut fruit, he would slice apples into perfect bite-sized wedges and set two little forks beside the plate.
He tracked my cycle, quietly slipping heating pads into my bag three days before my period every month.
I thought that was love.
Turns out, he offered the exact same gentleness to another woman.
The exact same tender act.
"We're getting divorced," I said, my voice cutting through the corridor.
"And you're leaving with nothing."He spun around, eyes wide in shock.
"Chloe..."
"You cheated."
I didn't give him room to speak.
"My parents paid the down payment on the apartment. You don't have a claim to it."
The woman wiped her tears and sneered.
"Leave with nothing? On what grounds? You made money during the marriage too, didn't you? Doesn't he get half of that?"
I didn't even look at her, keeping my gaze locked on Derek.
"Derek, if you fight me on this, these photos go straight to your company's Slack channels."
"You've sat in that department director seat for a few years now. Time to clear it out."
His shoulders sank even lower.
He looked at me, eyes red—not with remorse, but with desperation.
"Chloe, can't we just go home and talk? We've been together for five years. You can't just cut me off with zero room for mercy."
"You paid for her Uber every single day for a year. Twenty dollars a day. That's $7,300 a year."
I looked into his eyes, enunciating every word.
"I took the bus every morning. Four dollars round trip. In the winter, my toes went numb waiting at the stop. In the summer, I sweated through my clothes. Every cent I saved went into our joint savings."
"And you used our money to keep another woman comfortable."
He said nothing.
Mia leaned against the doorframe, letting out a sharp scoff.
"Who can you blame for that? You never dress up, you don't take care of yourself, walking around looking like a tired mess. What man would stay interested in that?"
I turned my head and looked at her.
She was indeed polished.
I looked down at myself: no makeup, plain white tee, jeans, sneakers.
No jewelry on my fingers. My wedding ring had been tucked away in a drawer two years ago because it scratched the plates whenever I washed dishes.
"You're right," I smiled faintly.
"I don't dress up. Because I don't have the spare time, and I don't have the spare cash."
"My money went into our home, into this man. Into paying the mortgage, utility bills, and his mother's medical expenses."
"What about you? He bought your dress. He bought your cake. He probably paid for this hotel room too."
"You doll yourself up so nicely just waiting for someone else to pick up the tab, don't you?"
Her face turned pale, then mottled red. Her lips moved, but she had no comeback.
I turned on my heel and walked toward the elevators.
Derek dashed after me, grabbing my wrist.
"Chloe, don't leave! Let's talk at home, please?"
"Just give me one chance. I can change. I swear I'll change."
His hand was clammy and slick with cold sweat.
I pried his fingers off my wrist, one by one.
"Tomorrow morning at nine. The courthouse steps."
"If you don't show up, I'll send these pictures to your mother. She has high blood pressure—you decide if you want to risk her health."

Chapters (4)

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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