I met my husband and his mistress at a public pool – I wanted to teach him a lesson, but karma had other plans.
When I saw my husband, Tom, in the pool with a young blonde, I was ready to confront him and get answers. I had no idea that the drama unfolding before my eyes would not only expose his betrayal but also set off a chain of events that would change everything.
My name is Lisa, and Tom and I have been married for four years. He has a great job, works in an office, and gets paid well. We own two cars, a beautiful house, and a dog named Max. From the outside, our life looks perfect.
But today, everything changed.
It was my day off, so I decided to make Tom breakfast. I was flipping pancakes when he walked into the kitchen, already looking irritated.
“Good morning, Tom,” I said, trying to stay positive. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
He barely glanced at me as he muttered, “Morning.”
We sat down to eat, and it didn’t take long for things to go downhill. Nothing major happened, but Tom noticed I had used the last of the blueberries, and that was enough to set him off.
“You know I like blueberries, Lisa,” he said, his tone sharp.
I tried to keep calm. “Yeah, well, you could have told me we were out.”
As usual, what started small quickly spiraled into a full-blown argument. Tom finished his breakfast in silence, grabbed his briefcase, and headed for the door.
“I’ll see you later,” he said coldly.
“Yeah, later,” I replied, frustration bubbling inside me.
After he left, I just sat at the table, staring at the half-eaten pancakes. I felt a mix of anger and sadness. Lately, it seemed like we were fighting all the time, and I was exhausted from it.
Not wanting to waste my day feeling miserable, I called my best friend, May.
“Hey, May. Want to go to the pool today? I need a distraction,” I said, trying to sound cheerful.
“Of course, Lisa! Let’s meet at my place in an hour,” she responded enthusiastically.
I got dressed, grabbed my things, and drove to May’s. It was a perfect day—sunny and warm, the kind of day that makes you think everything will be alright. We arrived at the pool, which was packed with families and friends enjoying the sun. May and I found a spot near the water.
We ordered pizza and started chatting about anything and everything. I was finally starting to relax.
“This is just what I needed,” I said, feeling a bit better.
“Me too. There’s nothing like a pool day to lift your spirits,” May agreed, smiling.
Then, I saw him. Tom. He was sitting on a sunbed, about 20 meters away. And he wasn’t alone. Next to him was a young blonde woman, her hand resting on his. My heart dropped.
“May, look at that,” I stuttered, pointing at them.
“Oh Lisa, I’m so sorry. Is that…?”
“Yes. That’s Tom. And who the hell is she?” I asked, my anger rising.
Tom looked completely relaxed, laughing with this woman as if everything in his world was perfect. It felt like a slap in the face.
“This is unbelievable,” I muttered as I stood up. “I have to do something.”
“Wait, Lisa. Think this through,” May said, grabbing my arm. But I was too furious to think. My body moved on its own, my heart pounding in my chest.
Just as I started walking toward them, a young guy beat me to it. He looked about 22, and he was clearly on a mission.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” he yelled as he grabbed Tom by the collar, yanking him off the sunbed. The blonde woman jumped back in shock.
Tom’s face turned pale. “I-I can explain!” he stammered.
“Explain what? That you’ve been messing with my girlfriend?” the young man growled, his fists clenched.
Tom looked terrified. “Please, don’t make a scene. I’ll pay you. How much do you want?” he begged, his voice shaking.
The guy sneered in disgust. “You think you can buy your way out of this?” He pulled his fist back, ready to punch.
I stood there, feeling a strange mix of amusement and anger. I pulled out my phone and started recording. This was too good to miss.
Tom was practically whimpering. “Please don’t hit me! I’m sorry!”
The guy’s face softened, and he shoved Tom back down. “You’re not even worth it,” he said, walking away.
Tom slumped down on the sunbed, looking pathetic. That’s when I walked over.
“Lisa, it’s not what it looks like,” Tom said, his voice trembling.
“Oh really? So you weren’t just cuddling with another woman?” I snapped, holding up my phone. “I’ve got it all on video.”
His face fell. “Please, Lisa. Let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. We’re done,” I said coldly. “I’m divorcing you.”
The ride home was silent. Tom kept glancing at me, but I just shook my head. There was no going back now. I stared out the window, trying to process everything. It felt unreal—his betrayal, the public humiliation, all of it.
Back home, Tom finally spoke. “I’m sorry, Lisa. I swear it won’t happen again,” he said, his voice almost breaking.
I crossed my arms, standing my ground. “I don’t care, Tom. You betrayed me. You’ve destroyed any trust we had left.”
“Please, Lisa. We can work this out,” he begged, stepping closer.
I stepped back. “No, Tom. I’m done. There’s no fixing this.”
His desperation quickly turned to anger. “Are you serious?! This is all your fault!” he shouted. “You’ve been distant. That’s why I did this!”
I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re blaming me for your cheating? Unbelievable.”
“Yes! You’ve changed since we got married. You pushed me away,” he accused, his voice rising.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The man who once promised to love and cherish me was now blaming me for his betrayal. That was the last straw.
I pulled out my phone and opened the video. With a few taps, I sent it to his boss with a message: “Let’s see how your boss feels about his daughter being in this video.”
Tom’s eyes widened in horror. “No, Lisa! You can’t do that!” He reached for my phone, but it was too late. The damage was done.
The consequences came quickly. By the next day, Tom was fired. His boss was furious about what had happened with his daughter.
Tom came home looking crushed, but I stood firm. He tried to plead with me, but I didn’t budge.
Tom’s life fell apart, but I felt a strange sense of freedom. I filed for divorce, ready to move on. For the first time in a long while, I felt strong. I realized I had been carrying the weight of our broken marriage on my own for too long.
Tom’s betrayal had destroyed our marriage, but it had also set me free. Now, I was ready to rebuild my life on my own terms. The future was uncertain, but for the first time, I felt hopeful.
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