IRented Out an Apartment to My Husband’s Mistress, and Their Next Date There Was Unforgettable – Story of the Day
Mila, a real estate agent, had a good life. She was making enough money to live the life she had always desired, and her job was better than ever. But it seemed to her that her spouse was slipping away, growing cold and aloof. When his mistress phoned Mila to rent an apartment, everything fell apart.
Mila was seated at the kitchen table, meticulously setting out her and her husband Richard’s breakfast.
The sizzle of eggs cooking in the pan brought warmth to the morning, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the warm kitchen.
With some toast on the side and the omelet sliding onto a dish, she hoped the ritual would help them bond.
She attempted to strike up a casual conversation as she placed the plate in front of Richard.
“What do you think of our plans for the weekend? We might see a movie or go to that new art gallery downtown. What are your thoughts? In an attempt to close the widening gap between them, she spoke in a soft tone.
Richard responded with a distracted grunt, scarcely raising his head from his phone. He whispered, “We’ll see,” while keeping his eyes fixed on the television.
Mila smiled patiently, concealing a hint of disappointment. Her attempting to interact and him always appearing elsewhere had become their new normal.
Richard’s phone came back to life as she was pouring herself another cup of coffee. Attracted by the movement, Mila’s eyes briefly saw a picture of an unfamiliar woman and the name “Carol” flashing on the screen.
Her heart lurched slightly, but she immediately regained her composure.
“Who’s Carol?” Her gut tightened with suspicion as she asked in a nonchalant tone.
Richard appeared unfazed. “Oh, she’s a business colleague,” he replied, without raising his head. This weekend, we have an out-of-town meeting. I won’t be back until Monday.
He spoke in a bland, matter-of-fact tone, as though the topic of conversation was no more important than talking about the weather.
Despite the tightness in her chest, Mila pushed herself to smile.
“Oh, I see. As he picked up his keys and made his way out the door, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and said, “Well, have a safe trip.” “I’ll see you Monday, then.”
Mila remained for a time in the silent kitchen as the door clicked behind him, the warmth of breakfast seemingly evaporating.
She watched Richard’s car leave the driveway through the window. She felt a mounting uneasiness that was eating away at her insides.
There was something about this work trip that didn’t set well with her, something that went beyond simply spending another weekend away.
Mila pushed her discomfort aside and focused on her daily plan. She met with a woman who was interested in renting a posh property for the weekend.
As a real estate agent, Mila had always been committed to her job, and today would be no exception. Even if suspicion weighed heavily on her heart, she had to concentrate.
Nevertheless, she kept thinking about the name “Carol” on Richard’s phone as she got ready to leave the house.
There was something wrong, but she had to ignore it for the time being and go to her meeting. She had no idea that the day would bring more revelations than she could have ever dreamed.
Mila’s mind was still spinning from the events of the morning when she entered the flat later that day. She reminded herself that work was the greatest way to block out her thoughts and attempted to concentrate on her next meeting.
Mila had everything prepared for a new client who had made an appointment to see a posh apartment over the weekend. However, Mila’s tummy fell when the client entered.
She was the one. Carol, the woman from Richard’s phone.
Despite her racing heart, Mila forced herself to maintain her composure and professionalism. She inhaled deeply to quiet the raging tempest of feelings inside of her.
Carol smiled broadly as she introduced herself, utterly oblivious to the chaos she was creating.
Feeling as though the earth had suddenly moved beneath her, Mila reached out and gave Carol a solid shake.
Mila responded, “Nice to meet you, Carol,” with a composure she didn’t sense. “Let’s take a look at the apartment, shall we?”
As they explored the opulent room, Mila found it difficult to control her feelings. The pieces of the puzzle were fitting together with nauseating clarity as her thoughts screamed at her.
This woman was her husband’s “business colleague,” and she and Richard were going to stay in this very apartment for the weekend.
Mila inquired nonchalantly, trying to learn more without disclosing her inner turmoil: “So, what brings you here? Maybe a particular occasion?
A smile came on Carol’s face.
“Yes, in fact. A very special man in my life will be joining me for the weekend. Finally, we’re having some alone time.
The words were like a kick to Mila’s stomach. Now, all of her doubts were painfully real.
Richard was planned a romantic vacation with Carol, not a work trip. Even though Mila’s feelings were rising, she kept up her professional demeanor.
Despite her feelings of betrayal and rage, she managed to respond, “How nice,” in a firm voice. She couldn’t let Carol know that something wasn’t right.
Carol was happy at the conclusion of the tour and signed the rental agreement right away. Though her expression remained calm, Mila’s mind was racing with ideas of retaliation as she handed over the keys.
Mila pocketed an extra key as Carol walked away. Already a plan was taking shape. She would not tolerate this betrayal because Richard and Carol were going to have a memorable weekend.
Mila knew she had to maintain her composure, but she couldn’t get rid of the rage that was growing inside of her on the walk home. She phoned Richard’s number, forcing a sweetness into her voice that made her stomach turn, knowing she had to play her part convincingly.
She pretended to be the devoted wife and said, “Hey, are you coming home tonight?” As she waited for his answer, her heart raced, growing more enraged by the moment.
“No,” Richard said in a cold, aloof tone. “I’m leaving the town already. Let’s meet up on Monday.
As she listened to his lies, Mila tightened her hold on the steering wheel, hardly able to control the anger that boiled behind her composed appearance.
It hurt more than she had anticipated because Richard had lied to her face without hesitation. He dismissed her so easily. Now that she was aware of the reality, it was her responsibility to take action.
She refused to cry or plead for clarification. She was planning something far more fulfilling.
She hung up after saying, “Okay, have a safe trip,” with a fake smile. Her hands trembled as soon as the call ended, but not because she was sad, but rather because she was angry.
Mila had had enough of being the gullible, trusting wife; the betrayal was genuine.
She sat in her living room later that night and dialed another number.
She spoke calmly this time, but with a fresh resolve. This was her plan in action; she was no longer merely acting.
Into the phone, Mila said, “Everything’s set,”. “We’ll meet there at 8 p.m.”
For the first time since that morning, Mila smiled as the man on the other end nodded without hesitation.
She felt a thrill of empowerment. Making Richard pay for his actions was more important than simply catching him in the act.
With a clear and concentrated mind, she hung up and got up from the couch. She was going to confront Richard and Carol tonight, but not in the manner they had anticipated.
It was time for them to face the repercussions of their treachery, and Mila was prepared to make sure it was a memorable evening. At precisely 8 p.m., Mila arrived at the flat, her face composed despite her beating heart.
Carol’s boyfriend, a tall man with a furious frown on his face, was standing next to her.
Using the extra key Mila had saved, they silently entered the flat, his hands tensed. Mila wasn’t going to back down now that the plan was in action.
The dark lighting made everything seem strange as the two of them slipped into the hallway. They heard laughter and muted discussion as they got closer to the bedroom. Despite her nausea, Mila persisted in guiding the man in the door.
Her blood boiled at the image that met their eyes. Richard and Carol were laying in bed together, completely unaware of the storm that was building outside their bedroom door.
A roar of rage disturbed the silence.
“What the hell is going on here?” Carol’s boyfriend’s voice reverberated off the walls as he yelled. Carol bolted upright, her eyes wide with fear as his rage swept through the room like a tidal wave. As she became aware of what was happening, she frantically covered herself, her face losing color.
Richard, however, appeared scared and pale. As he slid out of bed and dropped to his knees in front of Mila, his body shook. He stumbled, his voice shaky and frantic, “I didn’t know!” “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear!”
However, Mila was unmoved by Richard’s pitiful cries for forgiveness. Rather, they strengthened her sense of fairness. Once happy and joyous, Carol now stood looking at Richard groveling on the floor with twisted lips in contempt.
With his fists clenched and his eyes looking at her with a mix of anger and incredulity, the man she had been cheating on stood mute.
Calm and collected, Mila moved forward, her gaze fixed on Richard.
“Oh, Richard,” she said with a sarcastic grin, “do you recall how you demanded that marriage contract? The one that says we’ll owe the other a lot of money in a divorce if one of us cheats?”
Richard’s face went completely white. His mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out. Mila went on, her tone hard and steady. “Well, those divorce papers and your belongings will be sent to you. It’s finished.
Mila turned on her heel without waiting for an answer, the only sound in the suddenly quiet room being the click of her heels.
The weight of his deeds crushed Richard, and he fell back onto the bed, his expression a mixture of shock and regret. Carol avoided making eye contact as she stood in stunned stillness, her former confidence gone.
With a sensation of triumph rising within her, Mila left the apartment with her head held high.
Not only had she exposed Richard’s treachery, but she had also taken charge of the matter, guaranteeing that she would come out stronger while he was left to wallow in his own guilt. She believed that justice had been done.
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