Ladies, I have a story to confess. This is a story about a man and his cheating ways. It involves deceit, a fed up woman and her revenge.

Once upon a time, a 27 year old me went on Tinder with high hopes of finding love. I went on 2 dates, one being a dinner date with a lovely man who picked me up, wined and dined me, dropped me home and followed up with a text that same evening expressing he had a great time and asked if he could call me on the morrow to organise lunch later on in the week, to which I agreed would be acceptable.

The second one was a ridiculously good looking man who took me on a lovely weekday lunch date which lasted until dinner (after 2 bottles of wine and some amazing conversation). He drove me home, followed up with a text saying he had a great time and couldn't wait to do it again.

For ease of the reader, let's call Date 1 Mr A and Date 2 Mr B.

Mr A was divorced, 1 child, a professional man who made bank, owned a home and wanted to find a woman to settle down with. But he wasn't the best looker.

Mr B was separated but not divorced, made a reasonable wage and wasn't too hopeful Tinder would yield positive results.

I continued seeing Mr A for a few weeks with lovely dates, all paid for by him, with him picking me up and driving me home, never expecting even a kiss (which I eventually did give him after he bought me a lovely bottle of French champagne "just because"). Mr B lurked in the background, not quite obtainable. We went out for drinks a few times, always on his terms, when he was available etc. But then chemistry with Mr B was undeniable. He was sexy and I wanted him. He invited me over one night and I thought I was finally breaking through and eagerly went over, allowed him to fuck me and drive me home THE SAME EVENING.

Mr B and I texted constantly, we were building up a real relations here. I could move Mr A along because Mr B was sooo much better, right?

Mr A was understandably upset at my decision that we weren't to proceed any further, but wished me well. Sent some flowers and chocolate the next day wishing me all the best in my life and thanking me for my time in allowing him to court me. Classy.

Mr B? Well a few days after I ended things with Mr A, he decides to text me and let me know he's not actually separated and he's still married. Begs me for forgiveness but isn't sure what he wants to do regarding his marriage. This was maybe 3-4 weeks after we were intimate. Couldn't even call me, sends a text.

I pretend I'm okay and understand he felt like he needed to cheat to "find himself". I listened and provided a sympathetic ear. But inside I'm furious. He lied to me. He made me an unwilling participant in his scandal. Did his wife know she was married to a cheat? Did his wife know any of this? I had to know.

I searched her on Facebook (he told me her name) and couldn't find her. I considered going to her house but what would I say? "Hey girl, I slept with your husband and still talk to him!"

I decide I need him out of my life. He was a poison that had no antidote. But I couldn't leave his wife behind. I was taking her with me!

About a week after this I text him. "I'm pregnant". He calls me immediately and is so sympathetic and lovely, I almost tell him the truth. But I'm in this for the long haul. I need to make sure his wife knows.

We catch up the next day and discuss 'the baby'. He wants to be involved (I knew he would, he told me before how much he wanted children) and I agree on the condition he tells his wife and sends me proof. He agrees. I tell him to contact me when that is done.

2 days later he calls me, tells me he had told his wife, she has kicked him out and he is staying at a hotel. She wants a divorce and is already looking for a real estate agent. Can this have worked out any better?

He sends me screenshots of their conversation which he stupidly left her phone number visible. I text her immediately. "Hello Mrs B, my name is Unwilling Mistress. Can we talk? I swear I didn't know he was still with you." She calls me.

Well she is lovely. Absolutely lovely. She is so upset he has "ruined" my life. She is sorry for all of this.

"I'm not really pregnant. I just wanted to destroy his life because he needs to know he can't go around taking whatever he wants."

"What? Really? Oh my god! Thank God!"

We both laugh and laugh and she thanks me for everything.

I ask her what she wants to do and she asks if she can be the one to tell him. I agree.

The last time I ever heard from Mr B he texted me calling me a "home wrecking bitch" and told me to delete his number. Ha!

Mrs B and I keep in contact, their house just settled and she has a new man and living life like she never even had such a scumbag of a husband.

Me? I'm still single almost 2 years later but do giggle everything I think of that arsehole. He wanted kids, his wife didn't and so he thought he could get one out of some stupid girl off Tinder who ended up ruining his life.

So long, sucker!