In ten years of marriage, I never imagined I’d one day be lurking, ready to catch my husband in the act. However, when late-night text messages and mysterious behavior revealed his affair, I knew how to turn his betrayal into a night he—and his mistress—would never forget.
After ten years of marriage, I never imagined I’d be plotting in the shadows, planning the perfect revenge. But life has a funny way of surprising you.
Portrait of Jodie | Source: Midjourney
Mark and I had what most people would call a solid marriage. We had our ups and downs, but overall, I thought we made a solid team. Until things started to change.
“Hey, Mark,” I asked casually, noticing his sudden interest in working out, “How much do you go to the gym these days?”
He smiled, barely looking up from his phone. “Yeah, I’m just trying to stay in shape, you know? I have to keep up with the younger guys at work.”
Smiling Mark | Source: Midjourney
I would have laughed it off, but something was wrong. Then there was the new cologne. The scent was crisp and expensive, so different from what he usually wore.
“A new cologne?” I commented one morning as we were getting ready for the day.
Mark smiled, almost sheepishly. “I thought it was time for a change. Do you like it, Jodie?”
I nodded, forcing a smile. “It’s nice, different.”
Mark perfumes himself | Source: Midjourney
But it wasn’t just cologne. He started whitening his teeth, something he’d never bothered with before.
“Wow, Mark, your teeth are really white lately,” I teased him one evening.
He flashed a bright smile. “Gotta keep up appearances, right?”
That’s when the late-night texting began. Mark was sitting on the couch, his face lit by the glow of his phone. He was chuckling softly, his fingers tapping on the screen.
Mark texts someone | Source: Midjourney
“What are you laughing at?” I asked him, trying to keep my tone light.
“Oh, nothing,” he replied quickly, locking his phone. “It’s just a work thing. You wouldn’t be interested.”
My instincts were screaming at me that something was wrong. When you’ve been married as long as we have, you know when things aren’t right. However, I didn’t want to believe him. I wanted to trust him, to believe that this was just a phase, maybe a midlife crisis. Despite this, I started to pay more attention.
Jodie pays more attention to Mark | Source: Midjourney
One evening, Mark was texting on the couch, as usual. I glanced over his shoulder, pretending to look for the TV remote. That’s when I saw it. The message read, “Looking forward to seeing you tonight, Jess.”
My heart sank. Jess? Who was Jess? My mind raced as I tried to put the pieces together, but I knew I needed more than just a name. I needed proof. I had to be sure of myself before confronting him. I didn’t want him to back out with some lame excuse.
Jodie finds the texts | Source: Midjourney
The next day, I waited for Mark to leave for work. Then I started digging. It didn’t take long. Mark wasn’t good at hiding things. I discovered that Jess was short for Jessica, and that she was much younger, maybe in her twenties.
She worked out at a nearby gym—of course, that’s what she did. The more I found out, the more it hurt. Mark wasn’t just cheating on me, he was playing the part of a young, charming Romeo. And Jessica? She seemed smitten, probably thinking she’d found her Prince Charming.
I started thinking about what Mark loved most—surprises. He loved surprising me with gifts or romantic dinners. This time, I was going to give him a surprise he would never forget.
Jodie surfs the net | Source: Midjourney
First, I sent Jessica a small gift. It was a beautiful box, wrapped with a big red bow, something that looked like it came from a luxury store. But inside, there was nothing fancy. No, there was the most vulgar lingerie I could find. Neon green with lace in all the wrong places—something that would make anyone wince. I enclosed a note: “Wear this for our date. I can’t wait to see you in it. Love, Mark.”
I pictured Jessica’s face opening the box and thinking Mark had sent her something special. I pictured him trying it on, wondering if it was really to his liking. The thought made me smile. This was just the beginning. Mark had no idea what to expect, and neither did Jessica.
A box with neon green underwear | Source: Midjourney
And that’s exactly what I wanted.
I knew the key to my plan was to make Mark believe I was really leaving town, so I naturally brought it up over dinner.
“By the way, Mark,” I said, keeping my voice light, “I have to leave town for a few days. Some meetings with important clients. I’ll leave tomorrow.”
Mark looked up, trying to hide the excitement in his eyes. “Tomorrow? How long will you be gone?”
Mark and Jodie chat over dinner | Source: Midjourney
“Just until Friday,” I replied, watching him carefully.
He nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too,” I said, forcing a smile.
That night, I packed a suitcase, making sure Mark saw me put on just enough clothes to make it look real. I even booked a fake flight on my phone, letting him see the confirmation. The next morning, I kissed him goodbye on the doorstep.
Jodie packs her suitcase | Source: Midjourney
“Have a good trip,” he said, barely hiding his impatience.
“Thank you,” I replied, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Instead of going to the airport, I checked into a nearby hotel. I spent the day pacing back and forth, my nerves on edge. This was the moment, the moment everything would fall into place. As evening approached, I parked my car down the street from our house, where I could watch without being seen. I knew Mark wouldn’t waste any time inviting Jessica over.
Jodie parks her car | Source: Midjourney
As the sun set, I saw Jessica’s car pull up. As she got out, she looked a little nervous but eager, her dress clinging to her skin in all the right places. She walked to the door, and Mark greeted her with a warm smile. They shared a quick kiss before disappearing inside.
I then approached the house, finding a spot from which I could see the dining room. The table was set with candles and wine—a Mark staple. They sat close together, laughing and talking as if they had no cares. I watched Mark pour her a glass of wine, his hand lingering on hers a little too long.
Mark has dinner with Jess | Source: Midjourney
“Ours,” he said, raising his glass.
“Ours,” Jessica replied, her voice full of admiration.
They clinked glasses, sipping their wine and smiling. The scene made my stomach churn, but I kept watching. After dinner, they made themselves comfortable on the couch. Mark approached, whispering something that made Jessica giggle.
Mark whispers something in Jess’s ear | Source: Midjourney
“Excuse me for a minute,” Jessica said suddenly, standing up. “I’ll be right back.”
I knew what was coming next. I quickly slipped around to the back of the house and entered through the kitchen door. I could hear Jessica in the bathroom, changing into the lingerie I’d sent her. I positioned myself in the hallway, out of sight.
A minute later, Jessica came out, wearing the neon green lingerie. She posed, her face full of anticipation.
Mark shocked | Source: Midjourney
“Mark,” she said, trying to sound seductive, “what do you think?”
Mark turned to look at her, and his reaction was everything I’d hoped for. His face contorted in disgust.
“What are you wearing?” he asked angrily.
Jessica’s smile faded. “I thought… you didn’t send me this?”
Jessica shocked | Source: Midjourney
Mark’s face turned red with frustration. “You look ridiculous! What is this? Some kind of joke?”
Jessica’s eyes filled with confusion. “But you told me to wear it! You said you couldn’t wait to see me in it!”
“I would never send you something like that!” Mark yelled. “You look like a clown!”
Jessica’s face crumpled, her confidence shattered. “But… Mark, I…”
Mark yells at Jessica | Source: Midjourney
That’s when I walked into the room. “Surprise,” I said, my voice cutting through the tension.
Mark and Jessica turned to look at me, their faces frozen in shock. Mark’s mouth hung open, and Jessica stood there in her hideous lingerie, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
“What’s going on here?” I asked, softly.
Mark stammered, “This…this isn’t what it looks like.”
“Oh, I think that’s exactly what it sounds like,” I replied.
Jodie makes her entrance | Source: Midjourney
Jessica, still clinging to some hope, said, “He sent this to me. He said he wanted to see me in it.”
I turned to her, my expression softening. “Oh, darling, he didn’t send you that. I did.”
Jessica’s eyes widened as the truth hit her. She looked at me, then at Mark, and back at me, her face draining of color.
“You… you did this?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I said, my voice firm. “I wanted to make sure you both understood exactly what you were playing at.”
Jodie catches Mark red-handed | Source: Midjourney
Mark, realizing the gravity of the situation, tried to back down. “I can explain,” he snapped. “It’s not what you think.”
“Oh, that’s exactly what I’m thinking,” I said coldly. “And now it’s over.”
Jessica rushed out of the room, humiliated. Mark turned to me in despair and fell to his knees. “Please,” he begged. “Don’t do this.”
Mark falls to his knees | Source: Midjourney
“Pack your bags and get out,” I told him. Mark stared at me, then went upstairs to pack his things. Watching him leave, a strange calm washed over me. It was over, and I was ready to move on.
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