My Husband Had Dinner With His Mistress. As Revenge, I Gathered Our Families To Welcome Him Back Home With A Surprise

Dinner was ready—yet my husband never showed. The kids sat at the table, glancing at the clock, while I stared at my untouched plate. No calls, no texts. I picked up my phone and called him. It rang once before a woman’s voice answered. The second I heard her voice, I knew. He wasn’t working late. He wasn’t stuck in traffic. He was having dinner with his mistress. Instead of falling apart, I made my own plans. Hours later, when my husband finally walked through the door, laughing, he froze...

As the door creaked open, Eric's carefree laughter filled the hallway, but his eyes caught mine, and he stopped. Without saying a word, he headed straight to the bathroom, leaving a trail of excuses in his wake. "Need a shower," he mumbled, avoiding my gaze. I placed the dishes in the sink, pretending not to notice his abrupt retreat. The kids were fast asleep now, but I wondered what they'd think if they knew what was unraveling right before us.