{"id":12299,"date":"2024-07-21T19:30:34","date_gmt":"2024-07-21T17:30:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=12299"},"modified":"2024-07-21T19:30:34","modified_gmt":"2024-07-21T17:30:34","slug":"my-husbands-mistress-came-to-me-for-manicure-my-revenge-was-thrilling-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=12299","title":{"rendered":"My Husband\u2019s Mistress Came to Me for Manicure & My Revenge Was Thrilling \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

After 12 years of marriage, on their anniversary, Ellie learns about her husband\u2019s betrayal from her new client. Instead of accepting it, she decides to give him unforgettable revenge that will change her life forever.<\/p>\n

I was preparing my table for the new workday, carefully arranging my tools and bottles of nail polish. I have been working as a manicurist for seven years now, and as strange as it may sound, I love my job.<\/p>\n

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The soft hum of the salon, the smell of nail polish, and the chatter of clients all made me feel at home. Some people think it\u2019s not prestigious enough, but I do what I love, and it brings me good money, so I see nothing wrong with it. As I placed the last bottle in its spot, I smiled, ready to make someone\u2019s day a little brighter.<\/p>\n

\u201cEllie, do you remember you have a new client today?\u201d Stacy asked as she walked over to my table. Stacy was our administrator and had to oversee the workflow, but she was always so anxious and double-checked everything multiple times.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYes, Stacy, you\u2019re telling me this for the second time today,\u201d I replied, trying to keep my tone light. \u201cAnd you told me three times yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, but you didn\u2019t have new clients in a long time, so I\u2019m worried that this woman will like everything,\u201d Stacy said, her brow furrowed with concern.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverything will be fine, Stacy. You don\u2019t need to keep reminding me about it,\u201d I reassured her, giving her a small smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, what\u2019s her name?\u201d she asked, still hovering near my table.<\/p>\n

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\u201cUm\u2026\u201d I hesitated, racking my brain. I swear I remembered the name this morning.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s why I remind you. Her name is Madison,\u201d Stacy said, crossing her arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight, Madison. I remembered,\u201d I said quickly, nodding.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh-huh,\u201d Stacy replied, giving me a look that said she wasn\u2019t entirely convinced. She then walked off to check on the other girls, probably to repeat her reminders.<\/p>\n

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I took a deep breath and focused back on my work, confident that everything would go smoothly with Madison, despite Stacy\u2019s worries. I finished preparing my workstation and waited for the client. Madison arrived ten minutes late, but I wasn\u2019t mad since this was normal; most girls were late.<\/p>\n

When she walked in, I noticed right away that Madison was a very attractive young woman, probably about ten years younger than me. She had a bright smile and a friendly demeanor.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi, I\u2019m Madison. Sorry for being late,\u201d she said, sitting down.<\/p>\n

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\u201cNo worries. Let\u2019s get started,\u201d I replied with a smile.<\/p>\n

As I began working on her nails, Madison chatted happily. She told me about her boyfriend and how she thought he was going to propose to her today.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m so excited,\u201d she said, her eyes sparkling. \u201cI think he\u2019s going to pop the question at dinner tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds wonderful,\u201d I said, genuinely happy for her. \u201cDo you have any special plans for the evening?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cYes, we\u2019re going to this fancy restaurant downtown. I can\u2019t wait!\u201d Madison gushed.<\/p>\n

I listened and nodded, enjoying her excitement. It was nice to see someone so happy and in love.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the lucky guy\u2019s name?\u201d I asked, looking up from her nails.<\/p>\n

\u201cMatthew,\u201d Madison replied with a smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou won\u2019t believe it, but my husband\u2019s name is Matthew too,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd today is our anniversary.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, that\u2019s so sweet,\u201d Madison said, her eyes widening. \u201cI\u2019ll take it as a sign.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely,\u201d I agreed, nodding. \u201cIt must be a good omen for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Madison grinned. \u201cI hope so. It feels like everything is falling into place.\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled back, enjoying this little moment of connection. It felt nice to share something personal with her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI really hope everything works out. I love him so much; he always makes me laugh. And he\u2019s so clumsy, all because he once broke his arm and now drops everything,\u201d Madison continued, laughing.<\/p>\n

I tensed up a bit. Could there really be such coincidences? \u201cMy husband is like that too, also because of a fracture. He always drops things. It must be the curse of the name Matthew,\u201d I said, trying to hide my growing anxiety.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt seems so. He even has a scar because of his clumsiness. I don\u2019t remember how he got it, but the scar is almost half his leg.\u201d<\/p>\n

This only increased my anxiety, as my Matthew also has a large scar on his leg. I decided not to say anything, just smiled at Madison and continued my work.<\/p>\n

After I finished Madison\u2019s manicure, I smiled and said, \u201cAll done! I hope you have a wonderful evening.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, Ellie. I\u2019m sure I will,\u201d Madison replied, beaming. \u201cWish me luck!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood luck, Madison,\u201d I said as she left. I felt happy for her, but a strange feeling nagged at me. I picked up my phone to tell my husband about the funny coincidence, but instead, I saw a message from him: \u201cDon\u2019t wait for me for dinner tonight. I\u2019ll be late. Lots of work,\u201d Matthew wrote.<\/p>\n

A lump formed in my throat. Could this not be a coincidence? I decided to check for myself since Madison mentioned which restaurant she was going to with her boyfriend. I hoped it was just my anxious imagination and that I would see Madison with some other Matthew at the restaurant.<\/p>\n

After work, I drove to the restaurant, my heart pounding. I walked inside, scanning the room. And then, I saw them. Sitting at a table, laughing and holding hands, were Madison and MY HUSBAND. My heart sank, and anger bubbled up inside me. How could he do this to me?! And on our anniversary!<\/p>\n

I marched up to their table, my hands shaking. Matthew turned pale when he saw me, and Madison just smiled, oblivious.<\/p>\n

\u201cEllie! What are you doing here?\u201d Madison asked, looking shocked. \u201cThis is my boyfriend, Matthew, whom I told you about today.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I know,\u201d I replied, my voice shaking with anger.<\/p>\n

Matthew\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cYou\u2026 you\u2026 know each other?\u201d he stammered.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, jerk. Your GIRLFRIEND came to me for a manicure today!\u201d I shouted, feeling my face flush with rage.<\/p>\n

Madison looked confused. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on? Why are you talking to him like that?\u201d<\/p>\n

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. \u201cBecause your boyfriend is my husband!\u201d I yelled, my voice echoing in the restaurant.<\/p>\n

Madison\u2019s face turned pale. \u201cOh\u2026 Matthew, I didn\u2019t know SHE was your wife,\u201d she said, her voice trembling.<\/p>\n

I narrowed my eyes at her. \u201cYou don\u2019t sound very surprised.\u201d<\/p>\n

Madison looked down, avoiding my gaze. \u201cI knew Matthew had a wife, but he promised to leave her,\u201d she admitted quietly.<\/p>\n

Matthew finally found his voice. \u201cYes, I\u2019ve wanted to divorce you for a long time, Ellie. I\u2019m tired of you,\u201d he said coldly. \u201cAnd now you know everything, so tomorrow I\u2019ll bring a lawyer, and we\u2019ll get a divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was speechless for a moment, my mind racing. \u201cYou\u2026 you\u2026\u201d I couldn\u2019t think of any name to call him because there weren\u2019t words strong enough.<\/p>\n

My eyes fell on the glass of red wine in front of him. Without thinking, I grabbed it and threw it in his face.<\/p>\n

The restaurant went silent as everyone stared at us. Matthew sputtered, wiping wine from his face, but I didn\u2019t wait to hear what he had to say.<\/p>\n

I turned around and walked out of the restaurant, my head held high, tears stinging my eyes. As I left, I heard Matthew shouting behind me, but I didn\u2019t look back.<\/p>\n

I cried all night on the couch because I couldn\u2019t sleep in the bed where Matthew had fun with HER. My tears soaked the pillow, and my mind replayed the scene at the restaurant over and over.<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t believe he did this to me. We had been together for 12 years, and he dumped me right on our anniversary. The pain was unbearable. How could he betray me like that?<\/p>\n

The only thing that comforted me was that he didn\u2019t come home. I couldn\u2019t bear his presence. The house felt empty and cold, but at least I didn\u2019t have to see his face. I thought I had a bit of peace, but I celebrated too soon.<\/p>\n

The next morning, I heard a knock on the door. My heart sank when I saw Matthew standing there with a lawyer. My stomach churned with dread. The lawyer had a smug look, and I knew this was going to be bad.<\/p>\n

\u201cEllison, do you agree that the entire house will go to Matthew?\u201d the lawyer asked, looking at me with no emotion.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Why? We both invested in this house!\u201d I said, my voice shaking with anger.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, but the house belongs to Matthew and was bought before you got married,\u201d the lawyer replied, his tone calm and firm.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we bought it together!\u201d I shouted, feeling tears well up in my eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand, but the law is the law,\u201d the lawyer said, not budging an inch.<\/p>\n

Matthew sat there with a smug smile, enjoying my pain. \u201cYou can buy it from me,\u201d he said, leaning back in his chair. When he named the amount, I felt my blood boil.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s three times more than we paid for it!\u201d I snapped at him, my hands clenched into fists.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, then you\u2019ll be out on the street,\u201d he said, his voice dripping with cruelty.<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t sign the divorce papers!\u201d I screamed, feeling a surge of defiance.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you don\u2019t sign them now, I\u2019ll make sure you end up with nothing,\u201d Matthew said coldly. \u201cAnd believe me, I can do it.\u201d His eyes were hard and merciless. I knew he was telling the truth. He had many influential friends and could easily make me homeless. I felt trapped and defeated.<\/p>\n

So, with no choice left, I signed the divorce papers. My hand trembled as I scribbled my name, and my heart ached with each stroke of the pen.<\/p>\n

When Matthew and the lawyer were leaving, Matthew turned to me, his face a mask of satisfaction.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have two days to pack your things and leave. If you\u2019re still here in two days, I\u2019ll call the police,\u201d he said, his voice flat and final.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo to hell!\u201d I shouted, slamming the door in his face.<\/p>\n

As soon as the door closed, tears streamed down my face. I couldn\u2019t believe I had been married to such a cynical monster! I collapsed onto the couch, my body shaking with sobs.<\/p>\n

The only thing that comforted me was that we didn\u2019t have children. But still, I had wasted 12 years of my life on this jerk, and now he was throwing me out on the street like a dog.<\/p>\n

As I sat there, the anger began to replace my sadness. I decided I wouldn\u2019t leave him with anything. I would take everything, even the groceries I bought.<\/p>\n

I walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer. My eyes landed on the seafood. I remembered how much Matthew hated it, and suddenly, an idea came to mind about how I could get back at him.<\/p>\n

I took out all the frozen seafood and all the canned fish we had. I carefully placed them all over the house: in the couch cushions, under the mattress, even sewed some into the curtains. It took hours, but I didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n

Considering it was a hot summer, in two days, the house would smell so bad that it would be impossible to live there.<\/p>\n

I packed all my things, stuffing clothes and personal items into suitcases. I made sure to take everything I had ever bought, leaving nothing behind.<\/p>\n

The house looked empty and sad when I was done, but I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.<\/p>\n

I went to a hotel and checked in, the receptionist gave me a sympathetic smile as I wiped away the last of my tears.<\/p>\n

Once I was in my room, I took out my phone and texted Matthew: \u201cI\u2019ve moved out. Enjoy the house.\u201d I knew he wouldn\u2019t understand the full meaning of my message until it was too late.<\/p>\n

I lay down on the bed, exhausted but relieved. I felt a small spark of hope. I didn\u2019t know what the future held, but I knew one thing: I was free from Matthew, and I would never let anyone treat me like that again.<\/p>\n

As I expected, the result of my revenge didn\u2019t take long. Just three days later, Matthew called me on my work phone since I had blocked his number on my personal phone.<\/p>\n

His voice was desperate, almost pleading. \u201cEllie, please, we need to talk,\u201d he said, his tone a stark contrast to his usual arrogance.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want, Matthew?\u201d I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want to sell the house back to you,\u201d he said quickly. \u201cMadison and I are looking at a new place, and we need to sell this one fast.\u201d<\/p>\n

I almost laughed at his lie. I knew the real reason. The house must have become unbearable with the stench of rotting seafood. \u201cHow much?\u201d I asked, feigning disinterest.<\/p>\n

He named a price so low it was laughable, cheaper than what we had paid ten years ago. \u201cFine,\u201d I said, pretending to think it over. \u201cI\u2019ll buy it.\u201d<\/p>\n

The next day, we met to transfer the house to me. Matthew looked haggard and worn out, and when he handed over the keys, he practically threw them at me. He fled as quickly as he could, not wanting to stay a second longer.<\/p>\n

I walked into the house and was hit by the horrible smell. It was worse than I had imagined, but I knew how to fix it.<\/p>\n

I threw out all the furniture and curtains where I had hidden the seafood. I opened all the windows and scrubbed every surface. Within a day, the smell was gone, and the house felt like mine again.<\/p>\n

Later, I found out from another client that Madison had dumped Matthew. Knowing that gave me a sense of closure. I had taken back my home and my dignity.<\/p>\n

The experience had made me stronger, and I knew I would never let anyone take advantage of me again. I stood in my clean, fresh-smelling house and felt a new sense of hope and freedom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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