My Husband And His Mistress Mocked Me In German To My Face. They Called Me A “walking Atm” And Planned My Replacement. They Didn’t Realize I Understood Every Word. What Should My First Move Be?
The Betrayal at the Hudson River
At my husband’s college friend’s baby shower, I happened to overhear him talking to her. He was going to let the boy inherit everything. I pretended not to know, left quietly, and made a decision that would make them pay the price.
Under the brilliant crystal chandeliers of the restaurant overlooking the Hudson River, the murmur of laughter mingled with the clinking of glasses, creating a lively symphony. I stood there, a glass of swirling red wine in my hand, feeling like an outsider in a world that wasn’t my own.
Today was the party to welcome the son of Lisa, the old college friend my husband David always called his soulmate. Lisa, in a stunning scarlet dress, cradled the chubby infant as she moved between tables like a true hostess. She smiled radiantly, her face glowing with the fulfillment of a woman who had just embraced motherhood.
David, my husband, was right by her side. His eyes were fixed on the child with an unusual intensity, a look of adoration and worship. It was the light of fatherly love.
Something I had never once seen in him during our three years of marriage. I retreated to a quiet corner near the balcony, trying to steady my ragged breath. Guests occasionally glanced my way, then turned to whisper amongst themselves.
Perhaps they were wondering why the CEO’s wife was standing alone while her husband was busy doting on another woman and her child. I took a sip of wine, the bitter taste spreading across my tongue. Yet, it couldn’t compare to the acrid sorrow rising in my heart.
The German Secret
As a soft melody began to play, David and Lisa moved closer together. They must have thought I was captivated by the view of the river, or perhaps they believed this distance was safe enough to keep their secrets hidden.
David leaned in and whispered something in Lisa’s ear that made her giggle. Her hand discreetly rested on his arm, an intimate gesture that crossed the line of ordinary friendship. And then, they switched to German.
I saw David smirk, the same self-satisfied smile he wore whenever he closed a major deal. He thought of me as a dry, uninteresting finance nerd, someone who only understood numbers and reports. The only foreign language I was proficient in was business English.
He believed German was their absolute safe zone, their private code. David’s deep voice carried over each crisp German word like a sharp knife slicing into my heart.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “the boy is the heir. I will let him inherit the entire Anderson family enterprise.”
Lisa looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a coquettish gleam. Her reply was coy but laced with calculation.
“You promise? Now don’t let that witch back home find out. I don’t want my son to lose out.”
David chuckled, his hand patting the baby’s back, his voice dripping with condescension.
“How would she ever know? She’s just a walking ATM. Once the boy is a little older, I’ll sort everything out.”
The glass in my hand trembled violently. It took all my strength to grip it to stop myself from shattering it on the floor. A chill raced down my spine, spreading through my limbs, leaving me numb for a moment.
