The life of real estate agent Mila wasn’t bad. Work was better than ever, and she earned enough money to afford the life she had always dreamed of. But she felt like her husband was drifting away, becoming distant and cold.
Everything fell apart when his mistress called Mila to rent an apartment. Mila sat at the kitchen table, carefully arranging breakfast for herself and her husband, Richard. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the cozy kitchen, and the sizzle of eggs cooking in the pan added warmth to the morning.
She slid the omelet onto a plate, adding some toast on the side, hoping the familiar routine would spark a connection between them. As she set the plate in front of Richard, she tried to make light conversation. “So, any thoughts on our weekend plans?
We could visit that new art gallery downtown, or maybe catch a movie. What do you think?” Her voice was gentle, trying to bridge the growing distance between them. Richard barely lifted his head from his phone, giving a distracted grunt in response.
“We’ll see,” he muttered, his eyes glued to the screen. Mila felt a twinge of disappointment but hid it behind a patient smile. This had become their routine lately—her trying to engage and him always seeming elsewhere.
As she poured herself another cup of coffee, Richard’s phone lit up again. Mila’s eyes, drawn by the movement, caught a glimpse of the name “Carol” flashing on the screen, along with a photo of a woman she didn’t recognize. Her heart gave a small lurch, but she quickly composed herself.
“Who’s Carol?” she asked, her tone casual but her stomach tightening with suspicion. Richard didn’t seem fazed. He barely even looked up as he responded, “Oh, she’s a business colleague.
We’re having a meeting this weekend out of town. I’ll be gone until Monday.”
His voice was flat, matter-of-fact as if the conversation was no more significant than discussing the weather. Mila forced herself to smile, though her chest felt tight.
“Oh, I see. Well, have a safe trip,” she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. “I’ll see you Monday, then.”
As the door clicked shut behind him, Mila stood for a moment in the quiet kitchen, the warmth of breakfast seeming to fade.
She stared out the window, watching Richard’s car pull out of the driveway. A growing unease settled in her chest, gnawing at her insides. This business trip felt different—there was something about it that didn’t sit right with her, something more than just another weekend away.
Shaking off her unease, Mila turned her attention to her schedule for the day. She had a meeting with a potential client, a woman looking to rent a luxury apartment for the weekend. Mila had always been dedicated to her work as a real estate agent, and today would be no different.
As much as her heart weighed with suspicion, she needed to focus. Still, as she prepared to leave the house, the image of the name “Carol” on Richard’s phone lingered in her mind. Something was off, but for now, all she could do was push those thoughts aside and head to her meeting.
Little did she know, the day ahead would reveal more than she ever imagined. Later that day, Mila walked into the apartment, her mind still reeling from the morning’s events. She tried to focus on her upcoming meeting, reminding herself that work was the best way to keep her thoughts at bay.
A new client had scheduled an appointment to view a luxury apartment for the weekend, and Mila had everything ready. However, as soon as the client walked in, Mila’s stomach dropped. It was her.
The same woman from Richard’s phone—Carol. Mila’s heart raced, but she forced herself to remain calm and professional. She took a deep breath, masking the storm of emotions building inside her.
Carol introduced herself with a bright smile, completely unaware of the turmoil her presence was causing. Mila extended her hand, shaking Carol’s firmly, all while feeling as if the ground had just shifted beneath her. “Nice to meet you, Carol,” Mila said with a calm she didn’t feel.
“Let’s take a look at the apartment, shall we?”
As they toured the luxurious space, Mila struggled to keep her emotions in check. Her mind was screaming at her, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place with sickening clarity. This woman, her husband’s “business colleague,” was planning to spend the weekend in this very apartment—with Richard.
Trying to gather information without revealing her inner turmoil, Mila asked casually, “So, what brings you here? A special occasion, perhaps?”
Carol’s face lit up with a grin. “Yes, actually.
I’m spending the weekend with a very special man in my life. We’re finally getting some alone time.”
The words hit Mila like a punch to the gut. Every doubt she had was now a painful reality.
Richard wasn’t going on a business trip—he was planning a romantic getaway with Carol. Mila’s emotions began to boil, but she maintained her professional façade. “How nice,” she managed to say, her voice steady despite the torrent of anger and betrayal she felt.
She couldn’t allow Carol to sense that anything was wrong. By the end of the tour, Carol was satisfied and signed the rental agreement without hesitation. Mila handed over the keys, her face composed, but her mind racing with thoughts of revenge.
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