I Told My Husband He Could Leave If He Ever Wanted To Cheat. Then Our Supermodel Neighbor Moved In And He Became Her “Hero.” Now My Career Is In Ruins Because I Tried To Be The “Cool Wife.”

The Open Marriage Philosophy

I told my husband from day one:

“If you ever want to cheat, just leave. Don’t sneak around. If someone can take you, they can keep you.”

He laughed and said I was his forever. That was 18 months ago. Now our neighbor, a literal supermodel, cooks him dinner every night while I work late, and I’m testing my own philosophy.

We moved into our penthouse 6 months ago. Madison moved in next door the same week. 24, Ukrainian, signed with Elite Models. Her husband is 55, controls her bank accounts, and makes her ask permission to buy groceries.

“I envy you renovating,”

she told us.

“Victor won’t let me change anything. Says I have no taste.”

My husband, Kyle, immediately offered to let her help with ours. I was working 60-hour weeks at the firm. He worked from home. It made sense.

At first, it was innocent. Madison would bring coffee and give opinions on paint colors. Then she discovered Kyle loved hiking, something I despise, and started joining his morning trails. They’d return laughing, sweaty, sharing inside jokes.

Borched and Betrayal

Then came the cooking.

“You work so late,”

she said.

“Kyle shouldn’t eat alone. In Ukraine, we never let neighbors go hungry.”

Every night I’d come home to empty dishes from her apartment. Borched, Varenyky, Chicken Kiev—Kyle’s favorites, which she’d somehow learned. Her husband doesn’t eat with her.

I asked once.

“Victor works late too. Moscow hours,”

Kyle explained.

“She’s lonely.”

Two weeks ago, I came home to find them covered in paint, renovating our guest bathroom together. Madison wore one of Kyle’s old shirts. They didn’t hear me come in, too busy laughing about some YouTube video they’d watched.

“Oh, you’re early,”

Madison jumped up.

“I’ll go. You two need couple time.”

After she left, Kyle couldn’t stop talking about how helpful she’d been, how she had an eye for design, and how Victor was wasting her potential. I told my mother everything. She exploded.

“You’re just letting this happen? Ban her from your home! If Kyle wants to cheat, that’s his choice. You’re insane. You’re enabling this.”

“No, I’m seeing if my husband is trustworthy,”

I said.

“If Madison can steal him with borched and hiking, he was never mine.”

Mom called me deranged. Said I was testing him on purpose. Maybe I was, but I needed to know: Was Kyle the man who chose me forever, or just another guy waiting for something better?