I found a love letter from my husband that made our marriage come to an end.
While I was collecting his clothes for the laundry, a letter fell out of his jacket pocket:
“Happy anniversary babe! These 7 years were the best of my life. Meet me at Obélix on Wednesday at 8 p.m. Wear red.”
It wasn’t for me and I immediately felt nauseous. … We’ve been together for 18 YEARS! A few minutes later, I put the letter back as a perfect plan came to my mind. On day X, I hired a nanny and wore a red dress and high heels.
Coming earlier than the planned time, I took a table next to hers. She was already there, looking stunning in a red dress, her eyes scanning the room with anticipation. I felt a surge of anger and sadness, but I kept my composure, determined to see this through
When my husband finally appeared, he smiled at her. But then his eyes immediately found mine and he froze. The color drained from his face as he stood there, caught in the act. The woman, noticing his sudden change in demeanor, turned to see what had stopped him in his tracks. Her eyes widened in sh0ck when she saw me sitting there, glaring at them both.
“Good evening,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Quite the coincidence, isn’t it?
