Revenge

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Here’s Diana telling her story of taking out revenge on her husband.

Why, hello there. I hope you’re having a fantastic, spectacular day. Me? Oh, I’m doing marvelous, actually. Life couldn’t be sweeter, like this Merlot that I’m drinking and this scarlet dress I’m wearing that splits on the right side of my leg. It’s truly delicious, and I can have the whole bottle to myself to celebrate.

In case you’re wondering why I’m sitting on my new couch while drinking wine and being all pleasant. Well, I’m going to share with you great news: I divorced my husband as of today. What was the reason? Oh, he had an affair with another woman. But that’s not the only reason I’m elated. How about I share with you what I did before the divorce?

Let me start with who I was before the affair. I was a people pleaser, hard-working, and I always smiled, shining the whole room every time I entered. I was a kind woman, even to my husband before and after I met him. In my opinion, we were one of a kind; all lovey dovey and it felt like the whole world celebrated our relationship. The stars were aligned, and I felt like I was on cloud nine. We travelled together, go on adventures, and do things together to the point where my family always sighed when I tell them I’m going on another trip with James. We even did subtle activities together like going on picnics, cooking together, and having movie nights. They seem like everyday couple things, even if it was the “honeymoon phase” to everyone else, but to me they meant the whole world. However, just as everyone says, all good things must come to an end.

Hold on, let me sip my wine. Ooh, delicious. Just like what I’m about to share with you.

You see, our “honeymoon phase” lasted three years in our marriage, and it was heaven to me. I was so happy, and I thought James was happy, too. One day, I asked him about going on a road trip to continue our adventurous marriage. You know what he said to me? He said, “Another trip? Didn’t we just come back from our European trip? We should just stay here from now on.” For the first time in my entire life, I frowned and felt disappointed. I even smile in my sleep, and I never frown. I didn’t know disappointment until that very day. After he said that, I argued that it was our thing to be adventurous and we don’t do this every day. He got upset with me and told me, “Well, then go by yourself. I’m tired of traveling, anyways.” I’ve never heard him say that in the five years we’ve been together. Not even before we got married. It was even more upsetting to hear him say such a thing because he was the one who enjoyed the adventures. Even he planned everything out and say we should be the adventure type of couple. After that argument, we’ve spent more time apart, with him going out to bars or staying home while I went on my own trips.

Nothing wrong with going by yourself. Matter of fact, it felt nice to go on my own. But I missed my husband, and I wanted him to enjoy the trips with me. But I guess he needed some time alone himself, I guess.

That is, until I found out last year that he’s been seeing someone else. How would I know? Well, let’s just say that he’s not the smartest cookie in the jar.

One day, I was cleaning the house while my husband was at work, and when I went into our bedroom to dust and vacuum, the cleaner was acting funny. So, I turned it upside down and what I found shocked me.

It was a pink thong that got stuck in the vacuum cleaner. I may have some sexy lingerie and a various colors and material of underwear from Victoria’s Secret, but I don’t wear thongs. Like, ever.

Hey, I may be a happy girl, but I like my spicy moments at night. Not too spicy, though, I know my limits.

Anyways, back to the story. So, once I found the underwear, I was shocked, and I wanted to cry. My mind was running on high speed and accusations started to form. Was he having an affair? Who is it that he’s with? How could he do this? I wanted answers, but I didn’t want to ruin the bliss that I had left with my husband. So, I decided to see if he was having an affair.

After finding that thong, I’ve asked my husband numerous times if he wanted to spend some quality time, but he either brushes me off or tells me that he’s busy with work. I desperately wanted to tell him that I found a thong under the bed and wanted to find out who it belonged to, but I didn’t want to get into an argument with him. So, I decided to vent to my friends. They even thought it was fishy when I told him that he didn’t want to travel with me or even spend time with me. So, they decided to investigate on my behalf. At first, I objected but eventually I let them because I wasn’t going to get a private investigator. I could afford one but finding one would be a hassle.

And boy, what my friends found not only shocked me, but also impressed me.

Come to find out that he’s been hanging out with his coworker, Layla, for months. I wanted to cry because he’s been seeing another woman, but I don’t know for sure if they’re sleeping together. I grew anxious, even depressed that James would spend more time with Layla than me, and my confidence just dropped. I couldn’t even look at James anymore because of the betrayal I felt, even after connecting the dots together to get the picture.  At that point, I knew what I needed to do. I needed to leave him. Just get up, pack up my stuff and leave. But then I thought, ‘Where’s the fun in that?’ So, through my anger, I decided to take on something I never thought of before.

Revenge.

I thought about seeing someone else of my own, but I didn’t want to be touched. It was bad enough that James even brushing against me was nauseating. Hearing him breathe was annoying. So, seeing someone else was a no-go.

But I did decide to make some changes in my own life. While he was at work, I donated my old wardrobe and bought new outfits, I moved in with my best friend. I started working out and eating healthy. But that wasn’t enough. It wasn’t juicy enough. It wasn’t as good as this wine I’m drinking. It tasted more like apple juice.

So, I started to get petty. I made my own meals, and when he asked where was his, I told him to cook his own. I even intentionally went on my own trips and posted them on social media, saying how happy I was to go by myself. What’s even juicier is the fact that he noticed all the changes and even asked me if I was seeing anyone. I told him no, but then I finished with, “But why would you care? It’s not like we spend time together anymore.” With that, I leave him alone.

Well, it’s true, though. We haven’t spent time together in a long time.

Regardless, it’s his own fault. He decided to spend time with Layla. Probably found me boring. What a big mistake.

But making those changes wasn’t sweet enough. I needed my revenge to be sweeter. So, I made a risky decision: I met Layla myself.

Of course, she was shocked when she learned that James was married. Oh, what news to hear when your husband tells the person their dating that they’re not already committed to someone else. She even told me that she’ll break things off, but I told her not to bother. Just when my husband comes home, he finds me and Layla together, sitting and having a conversation. And boy, was he shocked. No matter, because he was going to be shocked even more when I give him his gift.

When he asked why Layla was in our home, I told him that I invited her and I just wanted to have a conversation with her. Once I said, “It’s funny how things turn out. You never thought I would meet her, huh?” that’s when he broke, like a volcano. He basically vomited his confession to me in front of Layla and asked me for forgiveness. He made my revenge even sweeter when he confessed that she was just a fling, nothing serious, revealing to me that we’re just nothing but objects to him. That infuriated Layla, and she walked out without saying a word to either of us. Although I was mad for the both of us, I smiled inside with so much pride and victory that I gave him what he deserved.

Oh, this wine is delicious. It’s a reason it’s my favorite.

Anyways, after his confession, I gave him mine: I handed him the divorce papers that I’ve held onto since  I found the thong. I just needed confirmation that he was having an affair. Once I served the divorce papers to him, I practically ended our relationship with, “I hope you got to see the world in your own eyes. I definitely got to see mine,” and laughed.

Well, now I’m here, enjoying my freedom as I sip on my favorite wine and wear my favorite dress. I waited months to do this, and I finally did after I finalize my divorce with him. We had such a good life together, until he ruined it by having an affair and practically implied that I fuck off.

No matter. I’m finally happy again, hell, I’m even happier now. Next week, I’ll be in Dominican Republic, getting a tan and eating great food. Alone, of course. Alone and happy.

You can go now, go, and celebrate you. It’s what you deserve. Have a spectacular, marvelous day. Oh, this wine is delicious!

What’s your opinion? What do you think she should have done to take on revenge after finding out her husband was having an affair?

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