My Husband’s Mistress Got Her Revenge on Us

If only Michael knew his mistress Lucy’s reality, he would’ve never slept with her. But his lust had blinded him.

As she knocked on our room door, Michael swung the door open and pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately.

Lucy hated Michael’s touch, but at that point, she was only focused on her revenge. She knew she wouldn’t have gotten a better chance to get back at us for what we’d done to her.

“I’ve been waiting so long for Friday when you’d finally come back to me,” Michael said, pulling her onto the bed.

“I’ve been waiting too, my darling. I wish we could do this every day,” Lucy replied, despite her disgust.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door interrupted them. Michael answered the door and went pale.

“Surprise!” I yelled, thinking my husband would be happy to see me return early from the presentation. He wasn’t.

“Mary, my beloved wife!” he said in a way that clearly gave it away he was shocked to see me.

“Enough. Where is she?” I snapped, pushing past him. I knew cheating was not something new for him.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about!” Michael said casually. But ignoring him, I approached the en suite bathroom.

“Honey, please tell me what’s going on. We should go down to the hotel restaurant…” he said, but I wasn’t listening to him.

I flung open the bathroom door but didn’t find anyone there. The bed’s disarray hinted at Michael’s secret rendezvous, but I couldn’t accuse him of cheating when I didn’t find anyone in our room.

“See, there’s no one here. You’re just winding yourself up. The pressure at work has made you distrustful,” Michael told me.

I thought Michael was really being honest this time, so I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“If you love only me, prove it,” I challenged.

Michael pushed me onto the bed. I laughed, but our moment was interrupted by a ringing phone under the bed.

“Whose phone is that?” I asked, pushing his shoulders.

“Oh, uh… it’s mine,” Michael replied.

Desperate, Michael reached under the bed, where the phone had fallen when he and Lucy were busy earlier. Thankfully for him, Lucy handed him the phone from under the bed.

“You see? I just changed the ringtone,” Michael said. “That way, I can tell when I’m getting a work call or when my beloved Mary is phoning me.”

I sat up, my entire mood ruined. Sensing I was doubting him again, Michael quickly showed me a sticker on his phone. “Remember, you got it for me at a charity fair? I still have it. Honey, I changed the ringtone, but my love for you hasn’t changed,” he said.

“It’s just strange. I swear I could smell a woman’s perfume…” I sighed. I kept feeling like something was wrong, but what?

“There’s nobody here. It’s probably just the automatic air freshener,” he said about the perfume.

I glanced up at the little device attached to the wall near the entrance to the bedroom. “Maybe you’re right,” I nodded.

Michael tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You just need to get some fresh air, okay? Then, once you feel a bit better, we’ll have lunch, and then…” he smiled suggestively, “maybe I can ‘convince’ you how much I love you later.”

“Okay.” I smiled a little and kissed his cheek. “I’ll go take a stroll around the pool. I’ll be right back.”

Later that evening, Lucy was pushing her cleaning cart down a hotel corridor when I ran into her.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hi,” Lucy nervously replied.

“How do you like my husband?” I asked, and Lucy went pale.

“I’m sorry?”

“I mean, do you like him?” I asked stiffly.

“No! I mean, yes…er, no. I meant to say no,” Lucy stumbled. “Look, he’s just an ordinary guest,” she insisted. “We can’t have personal relationships with our guests…”

I laughed. “Oh, relax! I’m just kidding!” But I wasn’t. I knew something was up. “Did you see my husband with a guest today or last Friday?” I asked her.

“I didn’t see anyone, ma’am,” Lucy replied.

“I need to see the hallway security footage,” I said.

“I’m sorry, but hotel policy prohibits that,” Lucy declined my request.

“There’s a nice tip in it for you,” I offered.

“No, I can’t,” Lucy insisted.

“Well, in that case, I guess I’ll just have to speak to the security guard myself,” I said. “I’ll just tell them that I… lost my wallet. I’m sure they’ll be happy to provide me with a high level of service then.”

Lucy panicked. She knew she’d be in even more trouble if the hotel’s security staff caught her on camera with Michael. “D-Don’t do that. The guard… won’t be able to help you. I will” she jumped to offer.

She made it to the surveillance room with the help of one of her old colleagues and sat before the console while I directed her. “Turn the footage back to around 11 this morning.”

With trembling fingers, she adjusted the security footage to show her pushing the cleaning cart down the hallway. “Nothing special here,” she said.

“Let’s watch further,” I replied, scrutinizing the black-and-white video.

As we watched, Lucy dusted a painting in the hallway, time ticking on the timestamp.

When my phone rang, distracting me for a moment, Lucy discreetly texted Michael. From the concern of my eye, I saw everything and it was then I learned my husband was having an affair with the maid.

“Yeah, honey?” I answered the phone, stepping aside, pretending like I hadn’t noticed anything.

On-screen, Lucy returned to Michael’s door, smoothing her uniform. Michael, seizing the moment, stepped out, kissing her.

Lucy thought I hadn’t noticed her and Michael’s heated kiss on the screen as I was busy looking for keys in my purse.

I found the keys, and Lucy saw my gaze return to the scene just as she playfully pushed Michael back into our room. “I went into the room across the hallway to clean it. And there you are,” she added seconds later, pointing to my arrival at the room.

“You’re right,” I said and was about to leave when Lucy’s phone rang. I noticed she froze.

“One more thing,” I added, and she looked up at me. “Call someone to carry my luggage. I have to leave for a business trip.”

I knew Lucy was my husband’s mistress the moment I got a whiff of her perfume.

***

Back in the hotel room, Michael’s heart raced as his phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen displayed an unfamiliar number, but he knew exactly who it was. The blackmailer. Michael took a deep breath and reluctantly answered.

“Hello?” Michael’s voice wavered.

“Michael. Ready for our final transaction?”

“Yes, yes. I’ve got the money,” he said.

“Good. You know the drill. This is the last one, Michael. Make it count.”

“I’ve kept up my end of the deal. After this, you leave me alone, right?” Michael asked.

“If the money’s in the right account, you won’t hear from me again.”

“You’ll get it.” Michael replied.

Ending the call, Michael’s hands trembled as he logged into my bank account. He had been siphoning money from me for months, claiming it was for his expenses for his artwork. This time, he needed another $50,000.

He initiated the transfer, and the phone buzzed again. The blackmailer called back. Michael hated the robotic voice of the blackmailer; they were clearly using a voice modulation app.

“What’s taking so long, Michael?”

“I’m doing it now. You’ll get your money,” Michael snapped.

The blackmailer chuckled ominously. “Remember, this is the last time. If you fail, evidence of your affair will be in your wife’s hands.”

“I know,” Michael replied, his voice strained. “Once this is done, we’re done.”

Soon, Michael clicked the final button to complete the transfer. Little did he know that his troubles were far from over.

Moments later, Michael left for a walk and returned to his room after a few drinks. Spotting ‘Lucy’ cleaning near the bed, he couldn’t resist making a move.

“Oh, babe, now that my wife’s gone, we have this place all to ourselves,” he exclaimed, reaching for Lucy’s hip.

Right then, a knock interrupted him.

“Not now!” he groaned.

“As I was saying,” he leaned closer to Lucy, “we have the whole night.”

But the knocks continued. After another knock, Michael opened the door, expecting to dismiss the person on the other side of the door. To his shock, Lucy was also at the door.

“Lucy? Then who is…?”

He turned around to see me wearing the same uniform.

“Hello, husband!” I arched my eyebrows. My plan to catch them had worked.

“M-Mary! You look amazing,” Michael stammered, again feigning his innocence. This time, I wouldn’t fall for it.

“You’re busted, Michael. I know she was under the bed this morning!” I barked at him. “And I’ve tracked your transactions, and I know you’ve been sending money to someone! Who is it?”

“Honey, please,” Michael pleaded. “Forgive me. I didn’t want to ruin our marriage, and someone was blackmailing me! I love you!”

“Get away, you sick creep! I want you out of here and my life in an hour!” I spat.

In the midst of the confrontation, Michael knelt, begging forgiveness. But now I turned my attention to Lucy. “Time for someone to get fired!” I sneered.

Despite the threat, Lucy smiled, and then she laughed. I was perplexed. “Ah, I don’t really care. My sister Samantha has finally gotten justice. Sometimes life comes full circle,” she said cryptically.

Michael and I exchanged confused glances. Slowly, the realization dawned on us.

Samantha, our ex-maid, was Lucy’s sister. They lived in poverty, surviving on meager earnings from Lucy’s off jobs and Samantha’s underpaid job as our maid. One of those days, in a misunderstanding, I had caught Michael and Samantha hugging in our bedroom, immediately assuming an affair.

Michael could have cleared Samantha’s name, but instead, he chose to falsely accuse Samantha of making unwanted advances towards him and dismissed the helpless woman. He did it so he could cover up his real affair with another woman. And I didn’t listen to Samantha, either.

Unable to find another job, Samantha couldn’t afford treatment when her health started failing and eventually lost her child. She was pregnant. She couldn’t bear losing her baby, and eventually, she ended her own life. Lucy didn’t know how much her sister had been through until, one day, she received Samantha’s final letter.

Michael and I understood Lucy was the blackmailer as she revealed everything. But there was nothing we could do. I wouldn’t take Michael back after what he had done. He had lost everything and would have to find a way to keep himself afloat. And I had lost my husband forever.

A few days later, Michael and I discovered Lucy decided to donate the ill-gotten cash to a charity for orphaned children. I was ashamed of what we did.

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