And after wringing the truth from her lawyer husband, the anonymous woman began charging her husband £40 every time they have sex – the same price he paid per session with the prostitute.
The woman is demanding codes of conduct are implicated at brothels masquerading under the guise of spas, to stop sex workers monopolising one punter.
She said had her husband “screwed a few here and there” she could accept it better.
“Why the same person?” she asked, when speaking to the Sunday Mercury.
“The fact that it was the same person, that really does bother me.
“That is the main betrayal.
“If he’d screwed a few here and there I could accept it better – it would still be devastating, but I could accept it better.”
The high-flying professional in her 50s, from the West Midlands, said her husband admitted his ‘affair’ with the prostitute began after he discovered poppers – a sex-enhancing drug.
And after finally discovering the truth, the humiliated wife had to undergo a HIV test.
To protect her children, the woman remains anonymous, but is referred to as ‘Sarah’.
“Thankfully, the test has been all clear,” sighs Sarah, speaking about the test.
“The nurse was looking at me and I said ‘This is not my fault’.
“She replied ‘I’m a nurse, I don’t judge’. I just repeated ‘This is not my fault’.”
From the outside, the pair’s marriage appeared solid, idyllic even.
Sarah was similarly content with her lot – until the shocking truth emerged last November.
The hard facts – and questions spawned by those facts – have tortured Sarah to the point of self-harm.
“It scares me that he could be so duplicitous,” she said.
“It’s awful to live with someone who has that much power over you.
“My mum said ‘I didn’t know he had it in him’. I’m no nearer to getting to the real truth.
“Why was it only her for five years? How many times did you meet?
“Did she undress you? Did you undress her?
“Was she in her slinky red or black underwear that you can buy for £2.99?”
Time and again, Sarah has mentally pieced together the scenarios. In her imagination, the meetings between her husband and the hooker darken with each passing day.
“I can imagine what she looks like,” Sarah says bitterly.
“Long, dark hair, brown eyes, she’s going to be very typical.
“I have children, I am half-a-stone above my ideal weight, but I still look bloody good in a Liverpool shirt.”
“I know my worth,” she spits out defiantly.
“I know of all the women he could’ve chosen, I was the golden standard.
“A good woman is worth more than rubies, the Bible said, because she will keep herself just for him. I have invested so much in our marriage.”
Sarah first confronted her husband in 2013 after dialing a number on her husband’s phone and being put through to a Birmingham massage parlour.
“I confronted him, and he said he went there, but didn’t do anything,” says Sarah, shaking her head.
“Lies, lies, lies, but I believed him.”
Darker discoveries were to follow. In 2015, Sarah found a handful of poppers in an office drawer.
“I said ‘What are these?’” she says.
“He was literally crying. I said either you are gay or there is another woman.
“I saw those things disappear and return. He didn’t give any information.
“There was a number on his phone and it was the Romanian. I rang her and said ‘You are a prostitute, aren’t you?’ and got abuse.
“I said ‘Keep away from my husband!’ and deleted the number.”
Bruised and sickened, Sarah was prepared to forgive, if not forget.
But that number was again discovered on the phone late last year. This time, the cast-iron evidence drew a confession – and another call to the other woman.
“He said it was just the poppers, just the chemicals,” says Sarah.
“He just didn’t get it.
“I told her ‘He has to pay you. I do it for free, and I do it because I love him.”
Not anymore. In a show of strength, Sarah has told her husband that sex between the two of them now comes with a starting price of £40.
“I hate the girl,” she snaps angrily.
“I hate what she’s done, not just to me, but to anyone else. Is she aware, or does she care, that our world has fallen apart?
Sarah says her husband has attempted to heal the wounds he’s caused, and knows he ricked everything for a cheap, if regular, thrill.
“His brain has blocked everything,” says Sarah. “He says he is not that person anymore. He says he’s fallen in love with me again.
“He spends more time with me. All I do is hurt him. It is unreal, totally unreal.
“I’ve told him I’m not prepared to take on his guilt – and I’m very good at dealing with other people’s rubbish. That’s what I do on a daily basis in my job.
“It is the lack of trust that’s left. I can’t trust him – and he is the one person I should be able to trust completely.
“If he goes out of the house, I feel anxious. He has done that to me and I’m supposed to be the most important person in his life, the person he should be able to trust implicity.
“Forgiveness is a sticky thing. Some people say you should forgive all of it and start again.
“The lesser part, I have forgiven, but the ramifications of the infidelity are so much greater.
“He denies he had a relationship – so what was it?”
Sarah has a simple message for those who believe their partners are unfaithful.
“You need to listen to that inner voice, it was certainly nagging me all the time,” she says.
She believes her story underlines the reason why more should be done to stem the steady stream of massage parlors offering extra services.