“Darling, could you give me a lift home?” After a gruelling day at work, Jenny hoped to avoid the forty-minute bus ride.
“Love, can you pick me up from work?” Emily called her husband, praying she wouldnt have to endure the rattling bus after such a long shift.
“Im busy,” came the curt reply. In the background, the telly blaredproof that James was at home.
It stung her to the point of tears. Their marriage was hanging by a thread, yet just six months ago, James wouldve carried her on his back if shed asked. What had changed so quickly? Emily couldnt wrap her head around it.
She kept herself in shape, spending hours at the gym. Cooked like a dreamno surprise, given she worked in a popular restaurant. Never asked for money, never kicked up a fuss, always ready to bend over backwards for him
“Youll bore him soon enough,” her mum tutted, listening to Emilys complaints. “You cant spend your life tiptoeing around a man.”
“I just love him,” Emily replied helplessly, forcing a smile. “And he loves me too”
*****
“Turns out, I *did* bore him,” Emily muttered, chewing her lip as she scrolled through the browser history. James had spent all his free time on dating sites, chatting up multiple women at once. “Why couldnt he just talk to me? Id have understood. Id have let him go. Whats the point of staying with someone you dont love, making them miserable?”
Fine. Divorce it was. She was strongshed survive. But she wouldnt let him off *that* easily. He deserved a little payback
That same evening, Emily signed up to the same site James used. Found his profile. Messaged him. The photo she used was snatched from the internet, touched up just enough. She was sure hed take the bait. And he did.
What followed was a whirlwind of flirty messages. James swore he wasnt married, claimed he was ready for serious commitmenteven kids. Praised his own “wonderful personality” with cringe-worthy enthusiasm. Emily nearly cried laughing. As if she didnt know firsthand how difficult he was to live with.
“Lets meet,” Emily typed, holding her breath as she waited.
“Absolutely,” came the reply within seconds. “But my sisters crashing at mine while she preps for uni exams. So neutral spot first, then maybe extend the evening at a hotel?”
“Seriously?” Emily scoffed. “What makes you think a woman would just agree to that? Anyone with half a brain would be offended!” Though, honestly, it played right into her hands.
“How about my place instead? I live out in the countryside. No distractions” She bit her lip. Would he go for it?
“Brilliant!” James was clearly thrilledprobably because it meant saving a few quid. “Send the address and time. Ill be there in a heartbeat.”
“25 Willow Lane, 10pm. Work for you?”
“Perfect! See you then.”
At 9pm, James pretended to get an urgent work call. Frantically “searching” for his car keys, he grumbled to his wife, “You seen my key fob?”
“They were on the dresser,” Emily said, wide-eyed with innocencewhile the keys dug into her pocket. “Maybe the cat took them?”
She didnt bother waiting around. Why would she? She spent the time packing her things instead. Thankfully, she had her own flat, inherited from her gran. The only thing she left behind? Divorce papers, placed right where he couldnt miss them.
James didnt stagger home until morning, furious. The drive alone had taken over an hour, and the woman from the siteAngelinawasnt even there.
The address was real. The house was real. But the stunning model from the photos? Nowhere in sight. Instead, the door was opened by a woman twice his size, draped in a nightgown that left *very* little to the imagination. Hed have paid every penny in his bank account to unsee that.
And honestly? He barely escaped! Had to call a cab in a panic. The ride took agesJames nearly froze in his thin jacket. To top it off, the driver was a bit odd, took him on a detour to who-knows-where Quite the night, really.
Only when he stumbled into the flat and spotted the papers on the table did it click. And beside them, scrawled in lipstick: *This sweet revenge*
