When my husband told me he had a work party to go to, I never suspected anything untoward until I received a call that made me stop in my tracks! What I heard on the other line had me grabbing my car keys to confront him and packing his things the next day! You’d think after ten years of marriage, I’d know my husband, Brian, inside out.
But last week, I learned that even a decade together can’t shield you from betrayal—or the satisfaction of watching karma deliver a perfect punch! It started innocently enough. On a Thursday evening, Brian walked through the door humming a tune, a rare spring in his step.
“Big news!” he announced. “The company’s throwing a work party tomorrow night, a team bonding thing. Strictly employees.”
He kissed my forehead and dropped his briefcase on the floor.
“It’s going to be boring, so don’t worry about coming. Just numbers talk and small talk.”
I raised an eyebrow. Brian wasn’t exactly the party type.
His idea of fun was watching golf on TV, but I shrugged it off. “Fine by me,” I said, my mind already spinning through tomorrow’s tasks. The next morning, Brian was sweeter than usual.
Too sweet, if I’m honest. While I cooked breakfast, he came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and murmured, “You know you’re amazing, right?”
“What’s all this?” I asked with a laugh. “Trying to earn brownie points?”
“Maybe.” He handed me his favorite white shirt, the one with the annoying button that always came loose.
“Can you iron this for me? And, oh, while I’m gone, could you make lasagna? The one with the extra cheese?
You know how much I love it.”
“Anything else, Your Highness?” I teased. “Actually, yes.” He winked while looking smug. “Could you clean and tidy up the bathrooms?
You know I like the place spotless. And it wouldn’t hurt to get them spick and span just in case… guests, you know?”
I rolled my eyes but laughed along. My husband had his quirks, and for all his little diva requests, I thought he was harmless.
If only I’d known…
That day, I threw myself into my chores. The vacuum buzzed, the washing machine churned, and the smell of baking lasagna filled the house. My cleaning playlist kept me company, and for a while, life felt… normal.
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