On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband came home with his young mistress and ordered me, “Bring champagne for me and my beautiful girl. We have something to celebrate today!” 😨 He wanted to humiliate me in my own home, but he had no idea what terrible revenge I had planned for him that night. 😳
On the day of our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband didn’t even wish me a happy anniversary. Early that morning, he left for work while I was still asleep, and he didn’t call me once throughout the entire day.
I prepared his favorite dinner, set the table, and even put on the dress he had given me years ago. But by nine in the evening, the food had gone cold, and my husband still hadn’t come home.
At around ten o’clock, the doorbell rang.
Standing in the doorway was my husband, completely drunk, holding a bottle of expensive champagne. A young blonde woman, about twenty-five years old, was practically hanging around his neck.
She was a real beauty, with a perfect figure, expensive jewelry, and beautifully styled hair. She wore perfume that probably cost more than all my clothes combined.
And there I stood in front of them, wearing an old house dress, with messy hair and a tired face.
My husband looked at me with such disgust that it was as though he were looking at a complete stranger.
“I’ve put up with you for ten years, and I’ve finally had enough. I’m the vice president of the company now, and I need a beautiful woman by my side, not someone like you. Meet my new girlfriend.”
The young woman smirked and pressed herself even closer to him.
“Darling, you never told me your wife was so ugly. How did you even manage to marry her?”
My husband burst into loud laughter and then handed me the bottle.
“Bring champagne for me and my beautiful girl. We’re celebrating today. And don’t forget two clean glasses.”
After saying that, he wrapped his arm around his mistress’s waist and led her straight into our bedroom.
I was furious and deeply hurt, but I didn’t say a word. Instead, I placed the bottle of champagne and two glasses on a tray and headed toward the bedroom.
But I wasn’t going there to serve my husband and his mistress. At that moment, I had already come up with a terrible plan for revenge. 😳🤔
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A few days earlier, my husband had been bragging that he had a meeting scheduled for the following morning with the company president and several foreign investors. It was at that meeting that his new position was supposed to be officially confirmed.
I also knew very well that his boss was a man with extremely strict principles who couldn’t stand employees who damaged the company’s reputation.
That’s when an idea came to me.
I placed the bottle on a silver tray, added two glasses, and walked into the bedroom.
My husband was lying on our bed while his mistress stroked his chest and laughed.
“Finally!” he said irritably. “Put it here, and then you can leave.”
I carefully placed the tray on the bed and smiled.
“How about I take a picture of you two? Something to remember your celebration by.”
My husband looked surprised, but the alcohol had already done its job.
“Why not? Let everyone see what a beautiful woman I have by my side now.”
He handed me his phone, which wasn’t even locked.
I took several pictures and then asked them to kiss for another shot.
While they were posing, I secretly started recording a video.
“Darling, aren’t you afraid your boss might find out about your new girlfriend?”
My husband burst out laughing.
“Who does that man think he is anyway? An old idiot who can’t even sign a piece of paper without me. Tomorrow I’ll get my promotion, and after that, I’ll decide who gets to work here.”
“And what about his wife? You told me she helped you get your promotion.”
My husband waved his hand dismissively.
“She’s just another old fool, exactly like you. I only sweet-talked her so she’d convince her husband to promote me.”
I kept smiling, even though my hands were trembling.
When my husband reached for the champagne, I secretly used his phone to send the photos and video to the management team’s group chat, which included the company president, his wife, and several directors.
I added a message as though my husband had written it himself:
“Don’t bother organizing a formal celebration for me tomorrow. I’m already celebrating my promotion with my beautiful girl. And those old men running the company should have been sent into retirement a long time ago.”
Then I sent the exact same message directly to the company president.
But the worst was still to come for my husband.
I knew that his mistress worked at the same company, in the human resources department, and that she was the very person responsible for preparing the paperwork for his promotion.
So, as my final message, I sent a photograph of the two of them lying together in our bed and wrote:
“So this is how people get promoted at our company now. I hope the other employees appreciate the new rules too.”
After that, I placed the phone beside my husband and calmly walked out of the bedroom.
Not even five minutes had passed before the phone started ringing nonstop.
At first, my husband irritably rejected the calls, but then he saw the messages.
I heard him scream.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”
He stormed out of the bedroom barefoot, his face completely pale.
“Do you realize what you’ve done?! I was supposed to be officially appointed tomorrow!”
I was sitting calmly in the kitchen, drinking tea.
“Of course I do. I simply helped you celebrate your promotion.”
At that moment, the phone rang again.
The company president’s name appeared on the screen.
My husband answered, and I heard shouting so loud that even I felt uncomfortable.
His boss informed him that the ceremony scheduled for the following day had been canceled and that an emergency board meeting would be held instead.
My husband was being suspended from work until an internal investigation was completed, and his mistress had already been summoned to provide an explanation.
When the young woman heard this, she rushed out of the bedroom and began gathering her belongings.
“You promised me you’d become president! I’m not going to stay with an unemployed old man!”
She grabbed her handbag and ran out of the apartment without even saying goodbye.
My husband tried to stop her, but the door had already slammed shut behind her.
Then he slowly turned toward me.
For the first time in ten years, I saw genuine fear in his eyes.
“Please, call him. Tell him it was all a joke. You’re my wife. You have to help me.”
I looked at him and smiled.
“Of course, darling. But first, bring me some champagne. I have something to celebrate today too.”
And it was at that very moment that he realized the woman he had always considered pathetic and helpless had destroyed everything he was so proud of in a single evening.
