Will and Jada didn’t cheat like amateurs. Oh no. They cheated like a strategic power couple navigating a loyalty loophole while sipping kombucha and lighting incense shaped like trust issues.


They weren’t just “unfaithful”  they were unbothered. They had a laminated cheat chart on the fridge with categories: “Emotional,” “Spiritual,” “Just Yoga,” “It Was a Full Moon,” and “August Alsina.” Jada would point to a name and say, “He’s helping me heal.” Will would nod while texting his own life coach/gym crush, captioning it: “Self-work never ends 💪🏾✨.”


Their marriage wasn’t open. It was a choose-your-own-heartbreak adventure. Like a romantic escape room where every exit leads to another Red Table Talk. They didn’t lie to each other  they just creatively reframed timelines. Jada: “We were on a break.” Will: “Since when?” Jada: “Since 2016, retroactively.” Will: “Bet.”


At one point, they practically high-fived before heading off to their respective “healing journeys.” Picture it: Will in a silk robe, whispering affirmations into a mirror; Jada smudging the house with Palo Santo while DMing Tupac’s poetry circle from beyond the veil. It wasn’t cheating — it was cosmic exploration with a little side dish of “my bad.”


They even held mutual post-cheating debriefs like performance reviews.

Will: “So how was your spiritual bonding session?”

Jada: “Deep. He played guitar with his third eye. Yours?”

Will: “She helped me unlock my root chakra with a smoothie.”

Jada: “Was it almond milk or oat?”

Will: “Coconut. I’m not a savage.”


No fights. Just passive-aggressive vision boards.


Even their arguments were TED Talk trailers:

Jada: “Will, I need to unpack my trauma with someone who doesn’t wear Fresh Prince hoodies to bed.”

Will: “And I need validation from someone who doesn’t compare me to a dead poet with a nose ring.”

Jada: “Fair.”

Will: “Wanna do a podcast about it?”

Jada: “Already booked it.”


The world found out years later. Meanwhile, the Smiths were treating honesty like a stretch goal on a relationship Kickstarter. Fans were like, “Wait, weren’t you guys married during all that?” and Jada calmly replied, “Spiritually, we were... traveling separately.”


They didn’t fall out of love  they emotionally outsourced it. Like tech companies, but with feelings. You couldn’t even cancel them, because halfway through the drama, they’d rebranded. By the time the truth came out, Will was making inspirational content, Jada was doing moon meditations, and the public was left sitting there like, “Did they just cheat... collaboratively?”


Yes. Yes, they did.


In the end, it wasn’t cheating. It was avant-garde affection with unpaid therapy bills. A dual betrayal turned joint performance art. Their marriage was less a love story and more a plot device in the Netflix show of life.


And somehow... we kept watching.