​DRIVEN TO DESPAIR! MY MAN’S CAR REVEALED HIS AFFAIR

After a whirlwind romance, Sonia, 37, thought she would grow old with Patrick, 45. But she didn’t expect to be driven round the bend to catch him cheating…

‘Don’t I know you?’ I asked the man standing next to me in the bar.

‘Oh yeah,’ he replied, as I watched a look of recognition slowly creep across his face. ‘I think I’ve seen you before.’

Patrick and I had mutual friends and so we knew of each other, but when we bumped into each other in January 2011, it was the first time we’d properly met, and I instantly fancied him.

‘Can I buy you a drink?’ he offered. We spent the night chatting and laughing and by the end of the evening I already knew Patrick was someone I could see myself marrying.

We started talking regularly, swapping phone numbers so we could keep in touch. But there was just one problem - he was already married.

‘I’m not interested until you finish with your wife,’ I told him, making it clear I didn’t want to be involved in an affair.

‘I know, you’re right. I’m going to break up with her,’ he replied. Patrick stuck to his word and in March we finally became an official couple.

Once together, Patrick and I were the perfect match. We did everything together and he acted like a doting dad to my two children from a previous marriage.

We were open about everything with each other, not wanting to keep any secrets from the other.

‘Just so you know,’ Patrick confessed. ‘I’ve never had a faithful relationship.’

‘You’ve always cheated on your partner?’ I asked, a bit stunned by the revelation.

‘Yeah, I just want you know,’ he replied. ‘But I don’t want you to worry, I love you and I’d never do anything to ruin what we’ve got.’

I was glad Patrick felt he could be honest with me and, despite a small niggling feeling that I tried to ignore, I thought I was the one to change his ways.

The first four years were amazing, he was so caring and loving - it was like we lived in our own little bubble. There was nothing we couldn’t confide in each other.

So when Patrick started acting strangely in September 2016, it stuck out like a sore thumb and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was up to.

It was just the little things… he used to always shower at night but he’d started having a shower in the morning, and suddenly he was wearing aftershave to work.

His phone would stay in his pocket at all times and he always made sure to never leave it lying about. It never left his side.

‘I’m going out with the lads to play pool,’ Patrick announced one day after work.

‘Again?’ I asked, ‘can’t you just stay in tonight?’ We used to do date night on a Thursday but recently it had become his pool night.

‘Yes again, I need to be able to leave the house and spend time with my friends,’ he argued. I didn’t say anything but instead gave him a knowing look.

‘Don’t go there, Sonia, don’t go there,’ he told me after seeing my expression.

Whenever I felt like Patrick wasn’t quite telling me the truth he would tell me I was going mad, and I pushed the thoughts away, thinking I was just being paranoid.

But then at Christmas, out of nowhere, he confessed he had been seeing another woman. I was stunned.

‘I met her in June, I’m so sorry. I only want to be with you,’ Patrick dropped the bombshell like a ton of bricks. I wasn’t paranoid after all.

‘Is this my fault?’ I asked him in shock. ‘Have I done something wrong?’

I’d undergone counselling for an operation and our physical relationship had suffered. I blamed myself for pushing Patrick away.

He packed his bags and moved out but we kept talking and slowly, he started to spend a few nights back at mine - I wasn’t ready to give up on us just yet.

We vowed to get through it and in 2017, we were back on track. But in June 2017, I got another nasty surprise.

My phone pinged with a Facebook message from a girl called Kirsty.

‘I think you need to get in touch with me,’ she wrote. ‘I’m with Patrick and he’s been playing us both for the last few months.’ I sat there in disbelief.

When Patrick got home I confronted him and he admitted he’d been sleeping with Kirsty.

‘Who is she?’ I demanded, my mind raced with all the lies he had told me.

‘It doesn’t matter, she’s just some girl who lives on the estate,’ he told me.

‘She lives on our estate?’ I asked, mortified.

‘Yeah but I’ve just ended it with her,’ Patrick insisted. ‘It’s you I want, I’m not going to see her again.’ I was heartbroken and didn’t know what to do.

Crushed and confused, we limped along for a few days until one night when he didn’t return home. I woke up to an empty bed and checked the time - it was 5am.

Knowing full well Patrick must have been with Kirsty, I decided it was time to turn detective. Still in my nightie, I jumped into my car, hellbent on tracking down my rat.

Patrick had told me she lived on my estate - all I had to do now, was find her. I sped up and down the streets in search of his car.

Finally, I saw Patrick’s white Mercedes parked outside a terrace of three houses. I didn’t know which one they were in, so I thumped hard on the horn and left it blaring.

I waited for some curtains to twitch. It was 6am on a Sunday morning but I wasn’t worried about being neighbourly when I had neighbours like Kirsty!

When I saw a curtain move in the middle house and some scared eyes peering out, I leapt out of the car and hammered on the door.

A sheepish Patrick answered, wearing just his jeans, and I looked up to see Kirsty, semi-naked, coming down the stairs. Rat.

Patrick looked horrified to see me and tried to push me away from the door but I forced my way into the hallway.

‘I’ve caught you!’ I shouted at him before turning to Kirsty. ‘I’ve caught you both.’

‘I’m so sorry Sonia, you don’t deserve to be treated like this,’ Patrick grovelled and I told him to come home.

We had booked to go on segway rides that day and I made sure we were seeing it through.

‘We’re going to have a nice day and discuss everything when we get back,’ I said firmly, as Patrick and I headed out for our supposed day out.

We actually enjoyed the day and managed to have a laugh with each other, but once back home it was back to reality with a thud.

‘You need to move out,’ I said and Patrick didn’t argue with me. He packed up a few of his things and left.

But afterwards, I decided it was time to get revenge, bundling the rest of his things into bin bags and dumping them on different roundabouts around town.

I sent him pictures of what I’d done, letting chase around after his stuff. Patrick had driven me to distraction with his lies - first making me think I was going mad and then driving off in the car that gave him away.

The least he deserved was a road to hell, driving round to reclaim his things. On my way to work the next day, I saw that he’d picked up the bags in the night and I laughed.

It took me a long time to get over what Patrick did, but now I’m looking forward to the journey ahead.

Patrick says: “She needs to get over it doesn’t she? I’m not saying anything, I’m not saying it’s true or false. Print what you like, it will be worth a giggle anyway. It’s Sonia’s deal to be honest. She’s not very well, bless her. [Laughs]. You print what you like, it’s worth a giggle.”

Kirsty says: “I don’t feel bad because neither Sonia or me knew about each other.”
When asked if she agreed that she had a relationship with Patrick at the same time as Sonia, and that Sonia had caught Patrick at her home, Kirsty agreed.

Sonia was heartbroken when she caught Patrick cheating but we helped her name and shame her love rat in Real People magazine. If you want to get revenge on your cheating partner, why not contact us on 0117 973 3730 to find out how we can help.