The wife returned from work early and found her husband and his mistress in bed. But instead of tears and a scene, she simply smiled and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the “lovers.” ☹️🫣
The husband and his mistress had no idea they would remember this breakfast for the rest of their lives. 😱
Anna returned from work early in the morning. It had been a long day, so she decided not to stop at the store and just go home. She walked up the stairs, opened the door, and immediately sensed something was wrong in the apartment.
The hallway was too quiet. And yet, it wasn’t empty. Someone else’s high heels stood next to Mark’s shoes. A light-colored woman’s coat hung on a hook.
From the bedroom came a muffled rustling sound, someone’s short laugh, and the familiar creak of a bed. The sweet scent of an unfamiliar perfume hung in the air. She knew for sure it wasn’t hers.
Anna stopped at the door. The light from the room fell on the carpet. Someone else’s breathing could be heard behind the door.
She opened the door and froze.
There were two people on their bed. A husband and a strange woman. Half-naked, disheveled, too close together. A necklace glittered around the woman’s neck. Mark, seeing his wife, turned pale. The mistress, in shame, tried to cover herself with a sheet.
Anna looked at them calmly, without screaming, without tears, without even anger.
“I’ll be in the kitchen,” she said evenly. “Get dressed and come out. We need to talk.”
In the kitchen, Anna turned on the light, took out the ingredients and a knife. The blade clattered rhythmically on the cutting board.
The husband and his mistress didn’t yet know that they would remember this breakfast for the rest of their lives. 😲😱 The rest of the story can be found in the comments 👇👇
Anna chopped vegetables slowly and carefully. The knife clicked smoothly, almost soothingly. Mark and the woman sat at the table, tense, unsure why they’d even been called into the kitchen.
Anna placed plates in front of them and sat down opposite them.
“Let’s have breakfast first,” she said calmly. “I’m terribly hungry after my shift. And then we’ll discuss everything.”
Mark and his mistress relaxed. Mark even chuckled, as if everything suddenly seemed almost normal. He picked up a fork and began eating greedily.
“You’ve always been a good cook,” he said.
“Yes,” Anna nodded. “But I have bad news. This is your farewell breakfast.”
Mark looked up at her.
“What do you mean? Are you filing for divorce?”
“Not only that,” Anna said, suddenly smiling strangely.
Mark stuffed another bite into his mouth. And then he froze. He swallowed, coughed, and turned suddenly pale.
“What are you…” He grabbed his throat. “What did you put in there?”
Anna looked at him calmly.
“Nothing dangerous,” she said. “But you know what a panicker you are.”
His breathing quickened. The woman next to him jumped up from her chair.
“You have an allergy,” she whispered. “Are you feeling unwell?”
Mark began to choke with fear, no longer able to tell what he was actually feeling and what was just in his head.
Anna stood up.
“By the way, I put the medicine away,” she said indifferently. “Don’t worry. It’s not poison.”
She walked to the door and turned around.
“You’ll remember for the rest of your life how you ate that breakfast and thought you were going to die. And I’ll remember how you betrayed me.”
Anna left and slammed the door. His mistress barely managed to call an ambulance, and Mark was taken to the hospital with an allergy to pepper, which had somehow ended up in his food.
