My Husband Kicked Me Out After I Came Home from Chemo and Found Him Kissing His Mistress – 24 Hours Later, He Was on His Knees Begging Me to Come Back

I came home from chemo to find my husband kissing his mistress on our couch. He laughed at me and gave me one hour to leave “with nothing.” But karma had other plans.

My legs could barely carry me up the steps. Three rounds of chemo will do that to you. Leo had promised that morning, “Just focus on getting better. I’ll take care of everything.” I believed him.

When I opened the door, music was playing — the kind we used to dance to. For one second, I thought he’d planned something sweet.

Then I saw them.

Leo and another woman tangled together on our couch.

He didn’t even look ashamed. “You’re early. Pack your things. You have one hour.”

“I’m sick,” I whispered.

“I’m not your nurse,” he snapped. “I married you to live, not babysit a cancer patient.”

She laughed.

I packed silently. Clothes. Photos. My grandmother’s jewelry.

“You’ll leave with nothing,” Leo smirked. “The house and money are mine.”

I looked at him. “We’ll see.”

That night in a hotel, I opened my security camera app — cameras he never knew existed. Hours of footage showed them laughing about my cancer, joking that I’d “be gone soon,” and planning to take my money.

So I posted one clip.

It went viral overnight.

By noon, my lawyer called. “The prenup is clear. Infidelity during illness voids his claim. You get everything.”

Leo lost the house. The money. The reputation.

Six months later, I was in remission. He was broke.

He wanted freedom.

Now he has nothing.

And I have my life back.