I walked into the living room, greeting my fiancé, Daniel, with a kiss on the cheek. The window washer, a young man named Harry, was working outside. I noticed him glance our way, a flicker of something—fear, perhaps—crossing his face before he quickly looked away.

“Hey, love,” I said, trying to mask my unease.

“Hey, Rebecca,” Daniel replied, hugging me before heading to the gym. “See you later.”

I turned back to the window washer, whose intense focus made me uneasy. His presence felt invasive, but I shrugged it off and went about tidying up.

When Harry finished cleaning, I noticed him writing something on the soapy glass. Curiosity got the best of me, and I moved closer to read his message: “Look under your carpet.”

My heart raced as I flipped the carpet in the living room, finding a pair of women’s underwear hidden underneath. My mind reeled. Who did these belong to? Why were they here?

I rushed to the window. “Excuse me!” I called out. “Can you explain what’s going on?”

Harry’s expression was serious. “You found it, didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, I did,” I said, holding up the underwear. “What’s this about?”

“I’m Harry,” he said, coming closer to the window. “I saw your fiancé with another woman. When they noticed me, the woman left in a hurry. Your fiancé hid her underwear under the carpet.”

My heart sank. “Are you sure?” I asked, voice trembling.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Harry replied. “I saw it myself. I’m really sorry.”

I thanked Harry, offering him a tip. “Let’s keep this between us,” I said. He nodded and went back to his work, leaving me with a storm of emotions.

I needed a plan. I couldn’t let this go. I quickly asked Harry for his number, which he gave me through the window.

Back in my bedroom, I began formulating a plan. I needed to make sure Daniel faced consequences. I called Harry later that evening. “Hello, Harry? It’s Rebecca. I need your help,” I said.

“Of course,” he replied. “What do you need?”

“I need you to come back on Saturday to ‘redo the windows.’ I have a plan,” I explained.

“Sure, I can do that,” Harry agreed.

On Saturday, I told Daniel I’d be out all day running errands. I parked nearby and waited as Harry, true to his word, gathered evidence of Daniel’s affair. My heart pounded as I watched him take photos from outside.

When Harry sent me the photos, I saw Daniel and the other woman in our home, intimate and laughing. The betrayal was clear in every frame. One photo even showed them entering our bedroom.

I returned to the apartment, where Daniel was lounging. “Hey, you’re back early,” he said, surprised.

“I know everything,” I said, holding up my phone. “Someone took these today!”

Daniel’s face went pale. “Rebecca, I can explain…”

“There’s nothing to explain,” I interrupted. “You betrayed me! You’ll repay all the wedding costs my father has already covered, or I’ll make these photos public.”

Daniel’s fear was palpable. “Rebecca, please, don’t do this. I’ll pay you back. Just don’t make this public.”

“Fine,” I said coldly. “I want the money by the end of the week!”

Daniel nodded, defeated. I packed my things and left, knowing I’d made the right choice.

A few days later, Daniel sent the money. I canceled the wedding and posted on Facebook:

“Dear friends and family, 🚨 Big announcement! 🚨 The wedding is OFF, and so is my relationship with Daniel. Turns out, honesty isn’t everyone’s strong suit. 🙄 Recent events have shown me that this relationship isn’t built on trust. Thank you for your support during this wild ride! 💔👋 #SingleAndStronger #BetterOff”

The support from friends and family was overwhelming. I moved into a new apartment, feeling a sense of peace and readiness for a new chapter. I met Harry at a café to thank him.

“Harry, I can’t thank you enough,” I said, smiling. “Your help saved me from a huge mistake.”

“I’m glad I could assist,” Harry replied. “You deserve to be happy.”

As I walked back to my new apartment, I felt hopeful. I had taken control of my life and was ready to embrace the future. The past was behind me, and a new, exciting chapter awaited.