The husband stayed with his mistress all night, and when he returned home in the morning and opened the bedroom door, he was horrified by what he saw on the bed 😱😲
The husband stayed with his mistress all night. The young woman lived on the outskirts of town, and the commute to her house took over two hours, and if he got stuck in traffic, it could take as little as three hours. But he loved those days. There he could forget about home, his wife, who had aged and gained weight over the years, everyday problems, bills, complaints, and the endless conversations about “we need to talk.”
With his mistress, everything was different—laughter, ease, admiring glances. She was twenty years younger than him and looked at him in a way his wife hadn’t in a long time.
That night, they were too busy making love. When the husband finally looked at his watch, his heart sank—it was almost four in the morning. He jumped up abruptly and began to dress hastily.
“Maybe you should stay?” — the mistress drawled, lazily pulling the sheet towards her.
— I can’t. My wife’s home.
— But you still don’t love her. Why are you in such a hurry to get home?
Her husband barely heard her anymore. An alarm went off in his head. He grabbed the car keys and practically ran out into the street.
He drove at breakneck speed, gripping the steering wheel. Along the way, her husband made up excuses. Problems at work? An urgent meeting? Got caught up in work and didn’t notice how time had passed? Maybe an accident on the highway? Over the past year, since his mistress had appeared, he had learned to lie masterfully—easily, confidently, without a tremor in his voice.
When he pulled up to the house, the sky was already beginning to lighten. He quickly entered the entrance, trying not to make any noise. He threw his jacket on a chair and took off his shoes in the hallway. A strange, oppressive silence filled the apartment.
He became wary. Something had happened in the house.
Their bedroom door was ajar. Strange—his wife always closed it at night. Slowly, barely breathing, he peered into the room… and froze. His wife was on the bed… 😱😨 Continued in the first comment 👇👇
The bed was neatly made. No rumpled sheets, no pillow with her scent. In the very center lay a note.
His hands trembled as he took it.
“I’ve known everything for a long time. I endured because I loved you. But I’m tired. Don’t call or look for me. My lawyer will contact you.”
Nothing else. No tears, no reproaches.
In a panic, he rushed to the safe built into the closet. He punched in the code, but his hands were stiff. The door swung open.
The safe was empty.
All his savings—over a million—were gone. Documents, cash, even spare bank cards. Everything.
He sank onto the edge of the bed, disbelieving what was happening. At that moment, the worst thing dawned on him: his wife hadn’t just left. She’d planned it all.
And for the first time in years, he realized that that night with his mistress had cost him too much.
