I was shocked when my husband’s lover walked into my spa, unaware I was his wife. She’d booked a massage, and as I led her to the room, I couldn’t help but notice how comfortable she seemed. She mentioned how “amazing” my husband was, talking about their secret rendezvous.
As I began the massage, I stayed calm, listening to her gush about him, all while silently processing the betrayal. When it was over, I handed her the bill and smiled, “By the way, I’m his wife.” Her face went pale. She tried to explain, but I just walked away, knowing I was done with him.
