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?
Building the Case
The next two weeks were a blur of secret meetings and lies. Jay saw Natalie four more times, and each time he came home glowing. He started taking more care with his appearance and going to the gym more often. He bought new cologne and got a haircut.
He was trying to impress her, and it was working. She texted him constantly, and he texted back within minutes every single time.
“Look at this,”
he said one night and shoved his phone in my face.
“She sent me this just now.”
It was a photo of Natalie in a black dress standing in front of a mirror.
“She’s getting ready for our date tomorrow. She wanted my opinion on the dress.”
“She looks nice.”
“Nice? She looks like a model. And she’s mine.”
He put his phone away and shook his head in disbelief.
“I still can’t believe this is my life,”
he continued.
“Natalie is just different from other women. She doesn’t nag or complain or make everything into a big deal. She just wants to have fun. No drama, no expectations.”
“That’s great, baby. I’m glad you found someone who makes you happy.”
“And she’s wild, too. Like really wild. The things she does would make you blush.”
He laughed and took a bite of his toast.
“I feel like I’m living a double life. Stable, loving wife at home, and this crazy passionate thing on the side. It’s literally the best of both worlds.”
“Sounds perfect.”
“It is perfect. I keep waiting for something to go wrong, but it never does. It’s like the universe is finally giving me what I deserve.”
I smiled and squeezed his hand.
“You do deserve to be happy, Jay. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”
He looked at me with so much love in his eyes that I almost felt bad for what I was about to do. Almost.
“You know what I love most about this whole thing?”
he said.
“You. The fact that you’re okay with all of this. Most wives would lose their minds, but you actually want me to be happy. You’re one in a million, babe. I hit the jackpot twice.”
“That’s sweet of you to say.”
While Jay was living his fantasy, I was building the case that would end it.
The Divorce Lawyer
I met with my divorce lawyer, Ingred, three times that month. Her office was cold and clean, and she had the kind of smile that made you glad she was on your side.
“Show me what you have,”
she said during our second meeting. I slid a folder across her desk. Inside were screenshots of every text message between Jay and Natalie, photos he had sent her, hotel receipts I had printed from our joint credit card, and a timeline of every night he had told me he was with the guys when he was really with her.
Ingred flipped through the pages, and her smile got wider with everyone.
“He used a joint card for the hotel rooms?”
“Three times. $200 each time.”
“And these texts?”
“He sent all of these. Every single one. Natalie forwarded them to me after each conversation.”
“Your husband is an idiot.”
“I know.”
Ingred closed the folder and leaned back in her chair.
“With this evidence, we can take him for everything. The house, the savings, his retirement fund. He won’t have a leg to stand on.”
“That’s what I want. I want him to walk away with nothing.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.”
Flipping the Switch
I met with Natalie the same day at a coffee shop across town. She was wearing jeans and a sweater and looked nothing like the woman who had seduced my husband 2 weeks ago.
“He’s completely hooked,”
she said.
“He texts me good morning and good night. He talks about taking me on a trip somewhere warm. He’s already making plans for the future.”
“Perfect. Let him keep dreaming. When do we move to the next phase?”
“Soon. I need a few more weeks to finalize everything with my lawyer. And then you flip the switch.”
Natalie stirred her coffee and smiled.
“I’ve been looking forward to this part. Just remember what we discussed. We’re not just breaking his heart; we’re breaking his entire life. I want him to feel what it’s like to be trapped. I want him to regret ever asking me for permission to cheat.”
Natalie raised her coffee cup.
“To making him regret everything.”
I clinked my cup against hers. While Jay bragged about his amazing life, I was meeting with my lawyer, finalizing every detail of his destruction. He actually thanked me again for being so understanding.
Soon Natalie would flip the switch and show him what happens when you disrespect your wife. He kept calling himself the luckiest man alive. He was about to learn that luck always runs out. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s update.
After I finalized things with my lawyer, I didn’t know when I wanted Natalie to take things up a notch until Jay came home from work. He walked through the door whistling and twirling his keys and grinning like he was God’s gift to women everywhere.
Something about his stupid face made me want to scream. I hated him. I hated the way he ate and the way he breathed and the way he existed in my space like he deserved to be there. I hated that he got to walk around feeling like the luckiest man alive while I played the role of supportive wife.
I was done waiting. I was done being patient. I wanted to watch his perfect little life burn to the ground, and I wanted it to happen now. I excused myself to the bathroom and pulled out my phone.
Start tomorrow,
I texted Natalie.
Go nuclear.
She replied with a single word.
Finally.
