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?

Taking the Bait

Jay spent the next hour trying to prove it. He told her about his job and made it sound more important than it was. He talked about his car and his apartment and the trip he took to Miami last year.

Natalie listened and nodded and asked all the right questions. She made him feel fascinating. She laughed at his jokes like they were actually funny. She touched his arm when he said something she liked, and every time she touched him, Jay leaned in a little closer.

“So what do you do?”

he asked her eventually.

“I’m in freelance. I like the freedom.”

“Freedom is good. I respect that.”

“Do you? You seem like the type who plays it safe.”

“Me? No way. I take risks all the time.”

“Like what?”

Jay paused, and she could see him trying to come up with something impressive.

“Like coming over here to talk to you. That was a risk.”

“Was it though? You saw a woman sitting alone and you walked over. That’s not a risk. That’s just being a man with eyes.”

“Okay, fine. What would you consider a risk?”

Natalie leaned in close enough that he could smell her perfume.

“Asking me to get out of here with you. That would be a risk.”

Jay’s eyes went wide.

“Are you serious?”

“I don’t know. Are you brave enough to find out?”

He stared at her for a long moment, and she could see the gears turning in his head. He was calculating the odds and weighing the options and trying to figure out if this was really happening.

“Let’s go,”

he said. Natalie smiled and grabbed her purse.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

They didn’t make it to his car before he kissed her. He pushed her against the wall outside the bar and kissed her like he had been waiting his whole life for this moment. Natalie kissed him back with equal intensity and ran her fingers through his hair.

When they finally pulled apart, Jay was breathing heavy.

“My place or yours?”

he asked.

“Yours is too far. There’s a hotel two blocks from here.”

“How do you know where I live?”

“I don’t. I just know I can’t wait that long.”

They checked into the hotel room and didn’t leave until 2:00 in the morning. Jay drove home with a smile on his face that he couldn’t wipe off. He had no idea that Natalie was already texting me every detail.

He had no idea that the woman he just slept with was going to ruin his entire life. He thought he had just gotten lucky. He thought he had won the lottery.

The Morning After

He walked through our front door humming to himself, and I pretended to be half asleep on the couch.

“Hey baby,”

I said groggily.

“How was your night?”

“Amazing. The guys were in great form tonight.”

“Yeah? What did you guys do?”

“Oh, you know. Darts, drinks. The usual.”

He was grinning so hard his face looked like it might split in half.

“Actually, I met a woman tonight. Her name is Natalie.”

“Oh wow. Tell me about her.”

“She’s incredible, babe. Like genuinely incredible. Smart, funny, and beautiful. Like really, really beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes other women nervous.”

“She sounds great.”

“She is. And she’s into me. Really into me. She couldn’t keep her hands off me all night.”

I kept my face neutral, even though I wanted to laugh.

“That’s exciting.”

“It is. I honestly can’t believe my luck. Most guys would kill to meet a woman like her, but I was the one that got to show her a good time.”

“You must have made quite an impression.”

“I think I did. She already wants to see me again.”

I kissed him on the cheek and went upstairs. I could still smell her perfume on him. The perfume I had helped her pick out.