\u201cTonight is an important night of my life. My boss needs to see our house in a perfect state. Are you listening to me, Dana?\u201d my husband said, irate as always. I had gotten used to him speaking to me this way.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Wade. I\u2019ve made your boss\u2019s favorite dish, and it\u2019s perfect,\u201d I replied. He was looking at his phone the entire time, and I was beginning to get suspicious.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot just the food, Dana! The house is a mess. There\u2019s dirt everywhere. Clean it!\u201d he continued. I wondered why he wouldn\u2019t do that himself, but he was that kind of man. Honestly, my marriage was already in shambles at this point.<\/p>\n
I was tired of being spoken to like that, but my family was extremely traditional. My parents wouldn\u2019t understand why I wanted to divorce him even if he hadn\u2019t done anything visibly terrible. Emotional abuse was not enough in their books.<\/p>\n
But I had already talked to several lawyers because I couldn\u2019t take it anymore. They drafted the divorce papers, and I was waiting for the perfect moment to give them to him. I knew th+
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For now, I played the role of dutiful wife. Maybe he would be happier once he got this promotion he had allegedly been working so hard for. I cleaned our house once more, finished cooking our dinner, and waited for tonight.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello! Welcome! Come in, Mr. Jerry. Good evening, Mrs. Alexandra. It\u2019s so nice to see you,\u201d I heard my husband say to our guests after opening the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Wade. Wow, this is a nice house, and it smells delicious. Hello there! I\u2019m Jerry,\u201d Wade’s boss said when he saw me hovering nearby.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh yes, Mr. Jerry. This is my wife, Dana. Dana, this is my boss and his wife, Alexandra,\u201d Wade added.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello. It\u2019s so nice to meet you both. My husband has told me so much about you and the amazing work you\u2019re doing for the community,\u201d I greeted them. \u201cPlease, sit down. What would you both like to drink?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I was hoping for a tour of the house,\u201d Alexandra said, surprising her husband and me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoney, that\u2019s not necessary,\u201d Jerry said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s alright. I’d be delighted to give you a tour, Alexandra. Let\u2019s start upstairs,\u201d Wade added suddenly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, Wade. You\u2019re such a darling,\u201d Alexandra said and smiled at my husband. The way they looked at each other made me suspicious, but Jerry didn\u2019t seem to notice anything strange.<\/p>\n
They both went upstairs while I made drinks for everyone. But they were taking too long. \u201cLet me just check that everything is alright with them,\u201d I said and excused myself from Jerry before heading upstairs. However, I had to stop right before reaching the second story as I could hear their voices.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything is going smoothly, Wade. Tonight my husband will offer you a promotion. He does anything I want him to. So, it was so easy,\u201d I heard Alexandra\u2019s voice say.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Alex. You\u2019re just the best woman in the world. This is perfect. I\u2019ll move up in this company in no time and take over it in a few years,\u201d Wade continued. I couldn\u2019t believe my husband was in cahoots with his boss\u2019 wife, but I kept listening.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you have something for me?\u201d Alexandra asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, my darling,\u201d Wade answered, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of kissing. I turned around to go downstairs but knocked something over in my haste. They must have heard me, but they couldn\u2019t know I had listened to their conversation.<\/p>\n
So my husband and Alexandra were having an affair. She was actually helping him get a promotion at her husband\u2019s company. Both of them were terrible human beings, but I needed more evidence.<\/p>\n
\u201cDinner is ready!\u201d I said, faking cheerfulness when they finally came down. We all sat at our beautifully arranged table and started eating. Jerry announced that despite my husband\u2019s lack of experience, he was getting that promotion.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s pop the champagne,\u201d Wade yelled happily. He went to get the bottle and glasses while I discreetly took his phone and placed it in my pocket.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me, just a second, everyone. I\u2019ll be right back,\u201d I said. I went to our bedroom and checked Wade\u2019s phone. Just as I suspected, there were tons of messages between him and Alexandra. She was his mistress, after all.<\/p>\n
I screenshotted their message history and sent them to my phone. These pictures would serve me in court. When I returned, Jerry suggested playing a \u201cWho Am I?\u201d game where one person had to guess the name written on a card placed on their forehead.<\/p>\n
Alexandra wrote \u201cBeyonc\u00e9\u201d and placed it on her husband\u2019s forehead. He guessed it quickly and started dancing to Single Ladies. Everyone was seemingly having a fun time, but it was my turn. So I wrote \u201cMy husband\u2019s mistress\u201d and placed it on Alexandra\u2019s forehead.<\/p>\n
My husband\u2019s face paled, and Jerry stared wide-eyed at the card. \u201cAm I a real person?\u201d Alexandra asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, you\u2019re very real,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cOk. Am I someone you know?\u201d Alexandra asked again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. You know everyone here,\u201d I replied. Wade looked increasingly uncomfortable, and Jerry\u2019s face started to turn red.<\/p>\n
\u201cDana, that\u2019s enough,\u201d Wade tried to stop, but Alexandra asked another question.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo I work at my husband\u2019s company?\u201d she wondered.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, but this person is trying to screw Jerry over. In fact, she is sitting right in front of me,\u201d I quipped. She frowned, still not getting what was going on.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is the meaning of this, Alexandra?\u201d Jerry finally yelled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is going\u2014\u201d she tried to ask but was interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cJerry. That\u2019s not true. My wife is just joking. She\u2019s like that,\u201d Wade insisted.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. It\u2019s the truth, and I can send you their conversations, Jerry,\u201d I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can forget about my company, Wade. You\u2019re fired! Please, send me those conversations, Dana. They\u2019ll be helpful during my divorce because our prenup has a strict infidelity clause. You won\u2019t get a single penny from me, Alexandra!\u201d Jerry yelled and left.<\/p>\n
\u201cDANA! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?\u201d Wade screamed at me while Alexandra started crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me? You cheat on me and blame me for outing you? Now, that\u2019s crazy. Luckily, I\u2019ve already prepared my own divorce papers. Good luck with your life, Wade. See you in hell, Alexandra!\u201d I said, took my ring off, and went upstairs to pack my bags.<\/p>\n
I finally got away from my horrible husband and didn\u2019t look back for a second.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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