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My Husband Brought His Mistress Home, Thinking I Was on a Business Trip – In Fact, I Was in the Next Room

Sonali Pandey
Jun 25, 2024
10:40 A.M.

Julia is excited to surprise her husband Michael on his birthday, but everything changes when she hears an unexpected voice. Hiding in the living room, her heart pounds as her husband's laughter mingles with another woman's. She watches them head towards the bedroom she shares with Michael. What shocking betrayal is Julia about to uncover?

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I stood in our cozy living room, looking at the framed photos of Michael and me from our travels.

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Backshot of a woman looking at photos | Source: Pexels

We met in college, bonded over our love for adventure, and our whirlwind romance led to a beautiful marriage filled with laughter and memories.

Each photo in our living room told a story, from hiking in the Rockies to exploring ancient ruins in Greece. Every moment with Michael was an adventure.

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Couple Backpackers | Source: Pexels

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Today, I was planning a surprise birthday party for him. He thought I was leaving for a business trip, but that was all part of my plan. I wanted everything to be perfect, so I pretended that I had to leave town.

"Bye, baby! Have a nice trip!" Michael said as he kissed me goodbye.

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A cozy couple | Source: Pexels

I walked out the door, carrying my suitcase, but I wasn't going far.

I drove to my friend Linda's house, parked my car in her driveway, and then walked back to our neighborhood.

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A woman driving | Source: Pexels

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Waiting near a neighbor's house, I checked my watch. It was almost time for Michael to leave for his meeting.

He had an important presentation at work that would keep him busy until late afternoon. That gave me plenty of time to get everything ready.

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A man busy working | Source: Pexels

As soon as his car pulled out of the driveway, I sprang into action.

I slipped in through the back door, ensuring he didn't notice me.

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A slightly open door | Source: Pexels

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I had spent the past week buying all the necessary stuff and storing them in the basement.

The cake, a chocolate masterpiece, was hidden in Linda's fridge.

I had invited all his closest friends and family, telling them to arrive by 6 p.m. sharp.

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A cake | Source: Pexels

Soon, the house looked festive, with balloons and streamers all around the living room.

I unlocked the front door for the guests and made sure everything was in place.

I couldn't wait to see the look on Michael's face when he walked in and saw everyone there. This surprise was going to be unforgettable.

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In the evening, everyone was gathered, hiding behind furniture and curtains, ready to shout "Surprise!" at the right moment.

We heard the door unlock, and everyone fell silent, holding their breath. I stood by the light switch, ready to flip it on and reveal the surprise. We heard footsteps coming closer, and I felt my heart racing.

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Grayscale cropped image of couple showing their shoes | Source: Freepik

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Then, I froze.

Michael's voice echoed through the hallway, but he wasn't alone. "You are my best birthday present!" he said, followed by a woman's giggle.

My mind went blank, and my hands shook. They entered the bedroom.

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A bedroom | Source: Pexels

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a wave of shock and disbelief wash over me.

They were about to close the bedroom door when I flipped on the lights. The sudden brightness startled everyone, and the room fell silent again.

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A woman in shock | Source: Midjourney

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Michael and the woman stopped in their tracks, turning to see what was happening.

I stood there, my face pale, as everyone else emerged from their hiding spots, confusion and concern written all over their faces. Michael's eyes widened in shock as he realized what was going on.

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A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

The woman beside him looked equally stunned, her face flushing red with embarrassment. She quickly stepped back, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

I felt a lump in my throat as I tried to process what was happening.

"Allison?" I whispered. She looked down, avoiding my eyes.

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A pretty woman | Source: Midjourney

Michael stood there, frozen, not saying anything.

"I can't believe you two," I said, my voice shaking with anger and pain. "You were my friend, Allison. And Michael, my husband!"

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An angry woman pulling her hair | Source: Midjourney

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I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. The guests looked around awkwardly, some starting to leave.

"This is over," I announced firmly. "Michael, I want a divorce. How could you?"

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Divorce papers | Source: Pexels

The words felt strange coming out of my mouth, but I knew it was the only choice. The betrayal was too much to take.

Michael didn't try to defend himself. He simply nodded, his face pale. He walked past me, heading to our bedroom to pack some things. Allison followed him, not saying a word.

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I watched as Michael threw clothes into a bag. Allison stood by the door, looking lost and ashamed.

Michael came out with his bag, avoiding eye contact. "Goodbye, Julia," he said softly, sounding sorry.

But it was too late for apologies.

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A stern-looking woman | Source: Midjourney

Allison followed him out, and I watched as they left together, ending our marriage in the most public and painful way. I stood there, surrounded by the remains of what was supposed to be a happy celebration.

Several months passed, and I struggled with depression. After Michael left, I felt a strange mix of relief and sadness. I was free from the betrayal and the pain, but I also felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

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Our home, once filled with laughter and love, now seemed empty and cold. I spent days barely getting out of bed, crying over the loss of the life I thought I had. Friends and family tried to reach out, but I felt too broken to let them in.

One day, while stopping at a gas station, I met a woman named Nancy. She had a friendly smile and a warm demeanor that drew me in.

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"Hey there," Nancy said, striking up a conversation. "You look like you could use a friend. Want to grab a coffee?"

I hesitated but agreed. We went to a local coffee shop nearby. The cozy atmosphere was comforting, and I felt a bit of my tension ease as we sat down with our drinks.

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Two cups of coffee and a cookie | Source: Pexels

"I've been through a lot," Nancy started, sipping her coffee. "I've been married five times. Four ended in painful divorces because of infidelity."

I was surprised by her openness. "How did you get through it?" I asked, genuinely curious.

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Nancy smiled, a mix of sadness and strength in her eyes. "It wasn't easy. Each time, I felt like my world was ending. But I kept going. My current marriage has been happy and strong for seven years now."

"How did you find the strength to keep believing in love?" I asked quietly. "I–I don't think I'll ever fall in love again."

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A young woman looking into her drink | Source: Midjourney

"It wasn't just about love," Nancy said. "It was about believing in myself. After each divorce, I took time to heal and learn more about who I am and what I want. I found new hobbies, made new friends, and slowly rebuilt my life."

I nodded, feeling a sense of kinship with her. "I've been feeling so lost. I don't know where to start," I said.

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Nancy reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "Start with small steps. Find things that make you happy, even if they're small. Connect with people who lift you up. And remember, it's okay to feel hurt. Healing takes time."

Her words touched me deeply.

For the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of hope.

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"Thank you, Nancy. Your story really helps," I said gratefully.

We finished our drinks, and as we parted ways, I felt a bit lighter.

As part of my journey to heal, I began focusing on myself and joined a dance class. I needed something fun and new in my life.

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Inside a dance studio | Source: Unsplash

The lively dance studio was filled with music and laughter, unlike the silence that had filled my home for so long.

It felt good to move and be around people again.

On my first day, I met Ben. He was charismatic and had a warm, comforting smile.

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"Hi, I'm Ben," he introduced himself. "First time here?"

"Yes," I replied, feeling a bit nervous. "I'm Julia."

"Nice to meet you, Julia," Ben said. "Let's get you started."

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As the weeks went by, Ben and I grew closer. We shared similar values and experiences, and he understood my journey. "You're doing great," he'd often say, encouraging me during our dance lessons. His support meant the world to me.

Soon, the dance classes became the highlight of my week.

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A couple dancing together | Source: Pexels

I found myself looking forward to the time spent learning new steps and enjoying the company of new friends. Ben and I often stayed late, talking about our lives and dreams.

One day, after class, Ben suggested we grab a coffee. We talked for hours, sharing stories and laughter. I realized how much I enjoyed his company and how he made me feel alive again.

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A happy couple having coffee | Source: Pexels

Fast forward to the present: I am now happily living with Ben, and we've been together for three years. With time, we have built a wonderful life together, and we are raising our young daughter, Lily.

Reflecting on my journey, I feel grateful for leaving Michael and all the pain behind.

Meeting Ben was a turning point, bringing hope and love back into my life. Now, surrounded by my loving family, I know that the difficult path I walked led me to a place of true happiness.

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A happy family | Source: Midjourney

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What would you have done?

If you enjoyed this story, here's another one where a woman took brilliant revenge when her husband left her alone with their kids in a new city.

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People walking on the streets | Source: Pexels

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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