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My Husband Chose His Female Friend's Party over Our Sick Son – My Revenge Made Him Weep

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Jul 01, 2024
03:38 P.M.

It was exactly like it sounds. Only with the addition that I am eight months pregnant and had to take my sick four-year-old son to the hospital because my husband told me he couldn't miss his friend Jessica's 30th birthday party.

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My name is Sarah. I'm 33 years old, eight months pregnant, and exhausted. We recently moved to New York. My husband, Mark, and I thought it would be a fresh start. Little did I know how lonely it would be.

Couple moves into their new home | Source: Pexels

Couple moves into their new home | Source: Pexels

One evening, our son, Ethan, started complaining of stomach pains. At first, I thought it might be something he ate. But his cries grew louder and more intense. I felt a knot of worry in my stomach.

"Mark," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I think Ethan needs to go to the hospital. He's really not feeling well."

Concerned Sarah talks to Mark | Source: Midjourney

Concerned Sarah talks to Mark | Source: Midjourney

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Mark barely glanced up from his phone. He was getting ready to leave for Jessica's 30th birthday party. "Sarah, it's just a stomach ache. He'll be fine."

"I don't think so," I insisted, holding Ethan close. "I'm really worried. I'm too tired to drive. Can you take him?"

Mark sighed, clearly annoyed. "I can't miss Jessica's party. She'll be upset if I don't show up."

Mark doesn't pay attention | Source: Midjourney

Mark doesn't pay attention | Source: Midjourney

"Mark, please," I pleaded. "I'm eight months pregnant. I'm not feeling well enough to take him."

He looked at me, his expression hard. "You'll have to deal with it yourself, Sarah."

In that moment, something inside me broke. How could he put a party over our son's health and my well-being? I felt my love for him start to wither.

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Sarah looks at Mark in disbelief | Source: Midjourney

Sarah looks at Mark in disbelief | Source: Midjourney

I called my friends, Jenna and Lisa, hoping one of them could help. Jenna's phone went straight to voicemail. Lisa answered but told me she was swamped at work. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. I really can't leave right now."

Desperate, I called an Uber. The fare was outrageous, but I didn't have a choice. Ethan's condition was getting worse. We needed to get to the hospital.

Sarah calls an Uber | Source: Midjourney

Sarah calls an Uber | Source: Midjourney

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When we arrived, the emergency room was bustling. I held Ethan tightly, trying to stay calm. A nurse took us in and, after some initial checks, told us they needed to run more tests.

Hours later, a doctor approached me with a serious expression. "Your son has appendicitis. He needs emergency surgery."

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I tried calling Mark again. No answer. I left him a message, my voice shaking. "Mark, it's serious. Ethan has appendicitis. He needs surgery. Please call me."

Doctor puts on gloves | Source: Pexels

Doctor puts on gloves | Source: Pexels

The night was long and harrowing. I stayed by Ethan's side, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. I was exhausted, angry, and heartbroken. How could Mark not be here?

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The surgery was a success, but I knew this was just the beginning of a much larger issue. As Ethan recovered, I made a decision. A simple divorce wouldn't be enough. Mark needed to understand the gravity of his betrayal.

Sarah sits in the hospital | Source: Midjourney

Sarah sits in the hospital | Source: Midjourney

I wasn't sure what my plan was yet, but I knew one thing for certain: I couldn't let this go. For Ethan, for our unborn child, and for myself, I had to take a stand.

Hours passed. My phone buzzed. It was Mark, finally calling.

"Sarah, I'm on my way home. How's Ethan?" he asked casually, as if nothing was wrong.

Mark calls Sarah from the party | Source: Midjourney

Mark calls Sarah from the party | Source: Midjourney

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I took a deep breath, holding back the tears. "You'll find out when you get here," I replied, my voice cold and determined.

As I hung up, I felt a strange sense of calm. This was far from over, but it was a start.

I gathered all the medical bills and the Uber receipts, laying them out on the kitchen table. Each document felt like a tangible piece of my broken heart.

Receipts on the table | Source: Pexels

Receipts on the table | Source: Pexels

Next, I took out my phone and began scrolling through the photos I had taken during our hospital ordeal. In one, Ethan was lying in the hospital bed, looking so small and vulnerable. I was looking weary and anxious, holding his tiny hand. Each photo was a testament to the pain and abandonment we had endured.

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Once I had everything I needed, I prepared a suitcase with Mark's essentials. Shirts, pants, toiletries — everything he would need for a few days. I placed the suitcase by the front door. Then, I changed the locks. It was surprisingly simple, and with each turn of the screwdriver, I felt a bit more in control of the situation.

An open suitcase | Source: Pexels

An open suitcase | Source: Pexels

I took a deep breath and wrote a note. My hands shook slightly, but my resolve was firm:

"Mark,

Since you chose a party over your family, you can find another place to stay. Your belongings and proof of your neglect are here. I've also sent copies to our family and friends. Consider this your notice of divorce.

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Sarah"

Woman writes a note | Source: Pexels

Woman writes a note | Source: Pexels

I placed the note on top of the suitcase and set the photos around it. It was a scene that couldn't be ignored or denied. I sent messages to our close family and friends, attaching the photos and explaining what had happened. I knew it would cause a stir, but I needed them to understand why I was taking this drastic step.

Hours later, as the sun began to set, I heard Mark's car pull into the driveway. My heart pounded in my chest, but I stood firm. I watched from the window as he approached the front porch, his expression changing from confusion to shock as he saw the suitcase and note.

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A car pulls into the driveway | Source: Pexels

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He fumbled for his phone and called me. "Sarah, what is this? What's going on?"

"You chose a party over your family, Mark," I said, my voice steady. "Ethan had to have emergency surgery, and you weren't there. I had to handle everything alone."

There was a pause on the line, then his voice, frantic and pleading. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. I didn't know it was that serious. Please, let's talk about this."

Mark calls Sarah | Source: Midjourney

Mark calls Sarah | Source: Midjourney

I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me. "It's too late for that. You made your choice. Ethan and I deserve better."

"Please," he begged. "I can change. I'll do better. Just give me another chance."

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I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of his words but knowing I couldn't go back. "This isn't just about one mistake, Mark. It's about a pattern of neglect and disregard. I have to do what's best for our children and myself."

Devastated Sarah in her home | Source: Midjourney

Devastated Sarah in her home | Source: Midjourney

There was silence on the other end, and I could hear his quiet sobs. "Sarah, I love you. I love Ethan. Don't do this."

"I'm doing this because I love Ethan and our unborn child," I replied. "We need stability and someone who will always put us first. You've shown me that you're not that person."

He continued to plead, but my resolve remained unshaken. I ended the call and turned off my phone. I felt a mixture of sadness and relief. This was the beginning of a new chapter, one where my children and I would be prioritized and loved.

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Sarah lies sleepless | Source: Midjourney

Sarah lies sleepless | Source: Midjourney

The night was long, and I lay awake, thinking about the future. It wouldn't be easy, but I knew it was the right decision. Mark's actions had shattered any trust and love I had for him. Now, it was time to move on and build a life that my children and I deserved.

When the morning light filtered through the curtains, I felt a sense of calm. The storm had passed, and a new day was beginning. I knew we would be okay. We had each other, and that was enough.

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Morning light | Source: Pexels

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If you liked this story about a wife teaching her husband a lesson, here's another one!

My Husband Didn’t Meet Me at the Airport Because His Friend's Wife Asked Him to Pick Her up after Gym – I Taught Him a Perfect Lesson

When I returned from a grueling business trip, I expected my husband, David, to meet me at the airport. Instead, he chose to help a friend's wife. Furious and hurt, I hatched a plan to teach him a lesson about priorities, not knowing it would transform our relationship forever.

I had just landed after a business trip to Tokyo. My body ached from the long flight, but my mind was sharp and I was eagerly waiting to see David. We had been married for five years, and this had been the longest we'd been apart.

Sarah at the airport, feeling a rush of anger after David's text | Source: Midjourney

Sarah at the airport, feeling a rush of anger after David's text | Source: Midjourney

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As soon as the plane touched down, I grabbed my phone and sent him a text, "Landed! Can't wait to see you."

The response was almost immediate, but it wasn't what I expected: "Hey, babe. Can't make it. Jenny needed a ride after her gym session. Sorry. Will make it up to you."

Sarah's reflection in window glass as she waits at the airport | Source: Pexels

Sarah's reflection in window glass as she waits at the airport | Source: Pexels

My heart sank. I stared at the message, feeling a rush of anger and disbelief. Jenny. Again. This wasn't the first time David had prioritized her over me, but this was the last straw. I wasn't about to drag my tired self home via Uber just because David couldn't say no to a favor.

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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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