A wealthy businessman had been secretly seeing a stunning Italian woman for years.
Their little romance was smooth, spicy, and completely hidden from his unsuspecting wife… until one day the mistress dropped a bombshell bigger than his monthly mortgage.
She was pregnant.
The man nearly swallowed his cigar whole. A baby would destroy his marriage, his reputation, and probably half his fortune.
After pacing the floor like a man awaiting execution, he finally came up with a “brilliant” plan.
He told his mistress to return to Italy, have the baby there, and he’d secretly send money for the child until adulthood. First-class travel, fancy apartment, unlimited expenses — the works.
The only problem left was communication.
“How will I know when the baby arrives?” he asked nervously.
The Italian beauty smiled and said, “Simple. I send you a postcard with one word only… Spaghetti.”
Perfect.
Nine peaceful months passed.
Then one afternoon, his wife walked into the room holding a postcard.
“Honey,” she said, puzzled, “this strange card came from Italy. I don’t understand it.”
The man’s heartbeat instantly doubled.
“Just… give it to me,” he croaked. “I’ll explain later.”
He grabbed the postcard, read it… turned ghost white… staggered backward… and collapsed onto the floor.
Panicked, his wife picked up the card and read it aloud:
“Spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti.
Two with meatballs… one without.
Please send extra sauce.” 🤣😂
