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 Stalker

He did not come back, but Natalie came to him. She showed up at his office the next day. Jay was in a meeting with his boss and three co-workers when the receptionist knocked on the conference room door.

“There’s a woman here to see you,”

she said to Jay.

“She says it’s urgent.”

Jay’s face went pale.

“Tell her I’m busy.”

“I tried. She won’t leave. She’s making a scene in the lobby.”

Jay excused himself and walked to the front of the building. Natalie was standing by the reception desk holding a bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear.

“Surprise baby,”

she said when she saw him.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I brought you presents.”

“You can’t be here,”

Jay whispered.

“This is my job.”

“I know. I wanted your co-workers to see how much I love you.”

She held up the flowers.

“These are your favorite, right? Yellow roses.”

“I don’t have a favorite flower. Please leave.”

“Not until you forgive me. Not until you take me back.”

“Natalie, I’m not taking you back. It’s over. Please just go.”

Her face twisted into something ugly.

“You’re really doing this? Here? In front of everyone? You’re the one who showed up at my job because you won’t answer my calls, because you blocked my number, because you’re trying to pretend I don’t exist!”

She threw the flowers on the ground.

“But I do exist, Jay! And I’m not going anywhere!”

She turned to the receptionist.

“Did you know your coworker is a liar and a cheater? Did you know he promised to leave his wife for me and then changed his mind?”

Jay grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door.

“That’s not true! None of that is true!”

“Don’t touch me!”

She yanked away from him.

“Don’t you ever touch me again!”

She stormed out of the building, and Jay stood there trying to catch his breath. His boss appeared behind him.

“What the hell was that?”

his boss asked.

“Nothing. Just a misunderstanding.”

“That didn’t look like nothing. That looked like a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

“It won’t happen again. I promise.”

Trapped

But it did happen again. And again. And again. Natalie showed up at Jay’s gym the next morning. She told everyone in the locker room that they were engaged.

She showed up at his favorite restaurant and cried to the waitress about how he had broken her heart. She found his friends on social media and messaged every single one of them with photos of them together.

She posted videos on her Instagram of herself crying and talking about how the love of her life had abandoned her. She didn’t use his name, but she tagged the location of his office and his gym and even our neighborhood.

People started recognizing him. Strangers would stop him on the street and ask if he was the guy from those videos. His co-workers whispered behind his back. His gym buddies avoided eye contact. His whole life became a circus, and he was the clown at the center of it.

One night he came home and his car was destroyed. Someone had keyed the word LIAR into the driver’s side door and slashed all four tires. Jay stood in the driveway staring at the damage with his mouth hanging open.

“Oh my god,”

I said when I came outside.

“What happened?”

“Natalie. Natalie happened.”

“How do you know it was her?”

“Who else would it be?”

He kicked the flat tire and yelled at the sky.

“This is insane! This is absolutely insane!”

“Did you call the police?”

“And tell them what? That my sidepiece went crazy and destroyed my car?”

He scoffed.

“I’m trapped. I’m completely trapped.”

I rubbed his back and made sympathetic noises.

“I’m so sorry, baby. This must be so hard for you.”

“You have no idea.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

He looked at me with exhaustion in his eyes.

“Just be patient with me. I know I haven’t been myself lately. This whole situation is just…”

He couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“Take all the time you need,”

I said.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

That night I made him his favorite dinner and poured him a glass of wine and asked him sweetly over dessert why he didn’t see his girlfriend anymore.

“She really seems to miss you, baby. All those texts and calls. She must really care about you.”

Jay’s fork froze halfway to his mouth.

“That’s not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny. I’m just saying she’s clearly very passionate about your relationship.”

“There is no relationship. She’s insane. She’s ruining my life.”

“But you liked her so much before. What changed?”

He stared at me like he was trying to figure out if I was being serious.

“Everything changed. She changed. She went from cool and fun to completely psychotic overnight.”

“That must be so confusing for you.”

“It is. It really is.”

I reached across the table and held his hand.

“Well, I’m here for you. Whatever you need. We’ll get through this together.”

He squeezed my hand back and thanked me for being so understanding. He had no idea that every text Natalie sent him, she sent me first for approval. He had no idea that every scene she caused was choreographed down to the last tier.

He had no idea that the woman comforting him at dinner was the same woman who had planned his complete destruction.