After hearing her husband and neighbor\u2019s daughter discussing their affair, Lexie doesn\u2019t cry or confront them. Instead, she planned. She turns their betrayal into sassy karma with a brilliant invitation and shocking surprise. Never before has revenge been so satisfying.<\/p>\n
My spouse Mark and I were married ten years. I thought we had a good life with two kids and a mortgage. Mark wasn\u2019t much housework assistance.<\/p>\n
Neither did he cook, clean, or handle the turmoil of parenting.<\/p>\n
I did it all.<\/p>\n
Exhausting?<\/p>\n
Absolutely.<\/p>\n
I rationalized that \u201cwe\u2019re a team, Lexie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark had joined a different squad, though.<\/p>\n
One bag of groceries started it.<\/p>\n
I had just entered the driveway after a long store trip. My car was full of large goods, and I mentally prepared to carry everything inside alone.<\/p>\n
As usual, Mark didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I heard porch voices.<\/p>\n
Mark was talking to Emma, our neighbor\u2019s 25-year-old daughter who\u2019d moved back to town. Her parents were thrilled when she received her internship after studying interior design.<\/p>\n
She and Mark laughed like old friends now.<\/p>\n
I almost shouted hello, but something stopped me.<\/p>\n
I listened from behind my car, disguised by groceries and shadows.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t believe she hasn\u2019t figured it out yet,\u201d Emma laughed in the cold afternoon air.<\/p>\n
Mark laughed back.<\/p>\n
\u201cEm, she\u2019s so busy with kids and house. Lexie hardly notices anything. She\u2019s gray too. She brushes her hair the opposite way to hide it. She\u2019s been so lax. I no longer see her as a woman. Princess, she\u2019s nothing compared to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cFortunately, sir, I\u2019m here. Parade me all you want. I promise no gray hair.\u201d<\/p>\n
So they kissed.<\/p>\n
Kissed?!<\/p>\n
I grabbed a bag so hard that the plastic started tearing. My tears obscured my vision as shame and wrath filled me. They kept talking and flirting despite me.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t cry fully after those few tears. No screaming or shouting. I avoided them.<\/p>\n
Instead, I quietly brought the items inside through the back door and planned.<\/p>\n
I was shocked by my peacefulness the next morning. I prepared Mark breakfast\u2014fluffy eggs and crunchy bacon. He liked his coffee with cinnamon, so I made it. I waved and kissed him goodbye as he departed for work.<\/p>\n
I knocked on Emma\u2019s door next door after he left.<\/p>\n
It astonished her as she opened it.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh! Hi, Mrs\u2026 \u201cHello, Lexie,\u201d she stammered, beaming.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Emma,\u201d I smiled. Maybe you could come over tomorrow night. I need your advice.\u201d<\/p>\n
A smile faded as she blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cAdvice? On what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d I hesitated, sounding uncertain. Redesigning the living room is on my mind. Your parents said you studied design, so I assumed you could assist choose colors or furniture. Just a little while.\u201d<\/p>\n
A flash of hesitation crossed her eyes. A cheeky smile formed as she tilted her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d love to help! In what time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think seven is fine? Dinnertime!\u201d My smile was genuine, I said. \u201cMany thanks, Emma. You rescue lives.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma arrived dressed to impress the next night. She welcomed me with her customary cheerfulness and assurance.<\/p>\n
I greeted her and escorted her in.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, before we get to the living room,\u201d I answered nonchalantly. \u201cI wanted to show you a few things.\u201d<\/p>\n
I showed her important domestic tasks around the house.<\/p>\n
This is the dishwasher. Mark doesn\u2019t bother, so you must fill it every night. Kids\u2019 washing goes here, but please separate loads because they\u2019re detergent-sensitive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her gaze was fixed on me.<\/p>\n
Their after-school schedule is here. You must pick them up on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but Wednesdays are errand-free. I\u2019ve recorded plumber, electrician, and pediatrician numbers. Just in case.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma\u2019s smile faded as she paled.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd this,\u201d I continued, leading her into the kitchen, stinking of roast chicken.<\/p>\n
You\u2019ll prepare all meals here. In addition to breakfasts, school and work lunches, snacks, and desserts, there\u2019s a lot. Mark like medium-rare steak. Only fully cooked steak will satisfy the youngsters. Deader is better.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman gasped.<\/p>\n
Mark has no manners, so don\u2019t expect a thank you. Sorry, but the kids are picky eaters. You\u2019ll figure it out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wide-eyed, she watched me.<\/p>\n
Uh, Lexie. Not sure\u2026 Don\u2019t think\u2026 I didn\u2019t provide babysitting.\u201d<\/p>\n
Just then, Mark entered. A pallid face appeared when he noticed us.<\/p>\n
\u201cLex, what\u2019s going on?\u201d He asked in a rough, loud voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh,\u201d I spoke brightly. \u201cI probably should have included you. Emma is learning how to run the house from me. Since you think I\u2019ve neglected myself, I\u2019ll prioritize myself. I may also need a prince to love me. Emma, you\u2019ll control my every move. Good luck!\u201d<\/p>\n
A knock on the door interrupted them.<\/p>\n
Opening it revealed Emma\u2019s parents. In a pinch, the same couple babysat my kids.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh! The scent is great! \u201cLexie, I told Annie you\u2019d make your roast chicken,\u201d Emma\u2019s father exclaimed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnne and Howard, thanks for coming. I thanked you for raising a helpful daughter. \u201cShe and Mark have grown so close that I thought it was time to make her part of the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, what?\u201d Anne asked, frowning.<\/p>\n
Emma will handle everything now that I\u2019m leaving! You must be proud of your daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mother seemed perplexed. However, her dad was furious.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma,\u201d mom said. Please disprove this. Say this isn\u2019t what I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not what it looks like!\u201d Emma stuttered.<\/p>\n
As usual, coward Mark sought to deflect blame.<\/p>\n
This is unfair, Lexie! Emma visited! She grabbed me!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, did she?\u201d I asked, eyebrow raised. \u201cSo, you\u2019re saying that you\u2019re not responsible for sneaking around with a 25-year-old while insulting your wife?\u201d<\/p>\n
He began to argue, but Howard stopped him.<\/p>\n
The onus is on Mark. Emma, you\u2019re also responsible. Let\u2019s depart. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma glared at me maliciously before leaving. Her parents followed, muttering a thousand apologies.<\/p>\n
Mark looked at me in desperation.<\/p>\n
\u201cLexie, babe,\u201d he said. Talk about this. You owe me a discourse after so long together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, sweetie,\u201d I said. \u201cWe\u2019ll discuss, no worries. Tomorrow, my lawyer will call. I suggest packing your luggage and leaving now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere will I go?\u201d he wailed. \u201cMy family lives in a different state.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t really care, Mark,\u201d I responded, removing the chicken from the oven. Visit a motel. See a pal. Join the circus.\u201d<\/p>\n
What about the kids? Where are kids?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sister has them. They\u2019ll stay till you straighten your mess. You can tell them the truth once the lawyers settle. Mark, I won\u2019t surrender.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma broke up with Mark a week later, I heard.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhile fun, I didn\u2019t sign up to be a mom. To him or his kids.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two weeks later, Mark returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d Noting his bouquet of flowers, I questioned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been so miserable without you,\u201d he begged. \u201cPlease let me return. Lexie, please. This is fixable. Miss my kids. Miss our family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t care, Mark!\u201d I shouted. I don\u2019t care. Leave if you\u2019re not productive. I\u2019ll pick up the kids in a few hours after a playdate.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was speechless when I closed the door.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve never been happier since that night months ago. Rediscovered parts of myself I believed were gone. Since starting salsa dancing, my confidence, excitement, and independence have grown.<\/p>\n
Despite the craziness, my kids and I have discovered a new rhythm of laughing and love.<\/p>\n
As for Mark? Currently single. According to my sources, Emma\u2019s parents dislike her too. Anne bakes and delivers cakes and pies often. Howard enjoys raking our front yard leaves.<\/p>\n
Karma\u2019s funny, right?<\/p>\n
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Inspired by true events and people, this work is fictionalized for creativity. To preserve privacy and enrich the story, names, characters, and facts were changed. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is unintentional.<\/p>\n
The author and publisher neither guarantee event authenticity nor character characterization and are not liable for misinterpretation. While this work is presented \u201cas is,\u201d the characters\u2019 viewpoints do not reflect those of the author or publisher.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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