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 Reveal

“Viola,”

he said. He turned to me with desperation in his eyes.

“Viola, please. You have to believe me. This isn’t what it looks like. She’s crazy. She’s been stalking me for weeks. Please baby, please say something.”

I looked at him for a long moment. At this man I had married 5 years ago. At this man who had asked me for permission to cheat while we were watching TV. At this man who had no idea that the cool wife he thought he had been playing this whole time was actually playing him.

“I have something to say,”

I said. The room went quiet. Everyone turned to look at me. Natalie, Jay, his parents, his brother, his aunts and uncles and cousins. 30 pairs of eyes waiting to hear what the betrayed wife had to say.

I smiled.

“I planned the whole thing.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Jay blinked at me.

“What?”

“Natalie isn’t crazy. She isn’t a stalker. She isn’t pregnant. She’s an actress. I hired her to seduce you and destroy your life.”

Jay’s face went through about 15 different emotions in 3 seconds. Confusion. Disbelief. Horror. Rage. More confusion.

“That’s not possible.”

“It’s very possible. Remember that night you came home from the bar telling me about the incredible woman you met? The one who was smart and funny and beautiful? The one you couldn’t believe was into you?”

I walked toward him slowly.

“I sent her. I told her what bar you’d be at. I told her what time you’d be there. I told her exactly what to say to make you fall for her.”

“No…”

“Yes. Every text she sent you, I approved it first. Every scene she caused at your job and your gym and your favorite restaurant, planned. Every tear she cried, fake. The pregnancy? A pillow. The whole thing was fake.”

“Jay…”

“Except for one part.”

I stopped right in front of him. Close enough to see the sweat on his forehead. Close enough to smell the fear coming off him in waves.

“The part where you cheated on your wife was real. The part where you used a joint credit card to pay for hotel rooms was real. The part where you brag to me about how lucky you were to have a cool wife and an amazing girlfriend at the same time, that was very real.”

“And that’s the part my divorce lawyer is going to use to take everything you own.”

Jay’s mother had stopped crying. His father had stopped yelling. The whole room was frozen.

“You did this,”

Jay whispered.

“You did all of this.”

“You did this. You asked me for permission to cheat, Jay. You looked me in the eye and told me you wanted to sleep with other women. You thought I was going to sit at home like a good little wife while you had your fun.”

I shook my head.

“You married the wrong woman. I don’t get sad. I get even.”

The Aftermath

Natalie walked over and stood next to me. She dropped the broken girlfriend act and smiled at Jay with complete satisfaction.

“It was nice meeting you, Jay. You were even easier to fool than we thought you’d be.”

She walked out the front door without looking back. Jay stood there with his mouth hanging open and his family staring at him. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. His mother finally broke the silence.

“Viola,”

she said. Her voice was strange. Not angry. Almost impressed.

“Did you really do all of that? Every single bit of it?”

“Why?”

“Because he deserved it. And because I wanted him to know what it feels like to be played by someone you trust.”

If they expected me to feel sad or apologize, they were crazy. I picked up my purse from the couch and walked toward the door. I stopped and turned back one last time.

“The divorce papers will be ready on Monday. I’m taking the house, the car, half of everything you have. And based on what just happened here tonight, I don’t think anyone in your family is going to fight me on it.”

I looked at his parents, his brother, his aunts and uncles. Every single one of them looked at Jay with disgust. Not one of them moved to defend him.

“Goodbye, Jay. Thanks for asking me for an open marriage. It was the best thing you ever did for me.”

I walked out of that house and into the cool October air. Behind me, I could hear Jay screaming my name.