My Husband Thinks His New Mistress Is A Psycho Stalker Who Just Ruined His Career. He Does Not Know I Am The One Who Hired Her And Wrote The Script. Is It Wrong To Watch Him Crumble From The Front Row?
The Game Plan
I explained the plan: seduce him at a bar. Make him think he hit the jackpot. Be fun and easy and perfect at first. Let him get comfortable. Let him brag to his wife about his amazing new situation.
And then flip the switch. Go crazy. Show up everywhere. Text constantly. Threaten. Cry. Make his life so miserable he can’t eat or sleep or think about anything except how to escape.
“How crazy do you want me to go?”
Natalie asked.
“I want him to regret ever meeting you. I want him to wish he had never asked me for permission in the first place. I want him to lose everything.”
Natalie nodded slowly.
“I can do that.”
“There’s one more thing,”
I said.
“When this is all over, I want to be there for the finale. I want him to know I did this. I want to see his face when he realizes his cool wife destroyed his entire life.”
Natalie smiled again. This time it reached her eyes.
“I like you, Viola. This is going to be fun.”
I pulled out my phone and showed her a photo of Jay. She studied it for a moment.
“He’s cute,”
she said,
“in a boring kind of way. Men like this always think they’re more interesting than they are.”
I gave her the address of the bar I knew he’d be at on Friday night around 9:00. He goes there with his friends every week.
“Friday it is.”
She walked out of that coffee shop, and every man watched her leave. None of them knew they were looking at a weapon, but Jay was about to find out. I had my weapon loaded and ready.
Setting the Trap
Natalie was gorgeous, manipulative, and couldn’t wait to destroy a cheater. Jay was about to walk into that bar Friday thinking he was just some lucky guy about to have fun. He had no idea the woman waiting for him was handpicked by his wife.
Friday came faster than I expected. I spent the whole day pretending everything was normal. I made dinner, watched TV with Jay, and laughed at his stupid jokes. And then around 8, he stood up and stretched and said he was going out with the guys.
“Have fun,”
I said. He kissed me on the cheek and walked out the door. He had no idea what was waiting for him.
Natalie walked into the bar around 9:00, wearing a red dress that hugged every curve she had. Her heels were high, and her hair was down, and she looked like she owned the place.
Jay was at his usual table with his friends, drinking beer and laughing too loud. He noticed her the second she walked in. Every man in that bar noticed her, but she made eye contact with only one of them.
She held Jay’s gaze for exactly 3 seconds, and then looked away and walked to the bar. She ordered a martini and crossed her legs on the bar stool and waited. Jay lasted about 4 minutes before he was standing next to her.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,”
he said.
“I would have remembered.”
Natalie turned to face him and smiled slowly.
“That’s your opening line? You would have remembered?”
“I’m just saying you’re not exactly forgettable,”
he took a sip of her drink and looked him up and down,
“and you’re not exactly subtle. But I’ll allow it.”
Jay grinned and leaned against the bar.
“I’m Jay.”
“Natalie.”
“Can I buy you another drink, Natalie?”
“You can try to impress me with more than just drinks.”
Jay laughed and signaled the bartender.
“All right then. What does impress you?”
“Confidence. Honesty. A man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.”
“Well, lucky for you, I’m all three of those things.”
“Are you now?”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Prove it.”
