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.

The sound of running water stopped, and Eric reappeared, looking fresh but hesitant. I braced myself. "What happened at work today?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He shrugged, not meeting my eyes. "Just tired. Lots going on," he said, running a hand through his damp hair. I nodded slowly, knowing better than to press further, at least not yet. His worn-out act wouldn’t fool me this time. Eric thought he could keep me in the dark.

The awkward silence hung between us as I began clearing away the untouched dinner. The clinking of plates filled the air, a stark contrast to our usual lively evening chats. Tucking the kids in, I lingered a little longer by their beds, watching their peaceful faces. Their innocence shielded them from the storms outside their dreams. Back in the kitchen, I pasted a smile on my face, convincing myself to play along, while reality slowly crept into every corner of our home.

Morning sunlight streamed through the windows as Eric settled into his seat, coffee in hand, acting as if nothing was amiss. The aroma of breakfast surrounded us, but my mind was elsewhere. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, like everything was utterly normal. I nodded, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. He didn't seem to notice—or maybe he didn't want to. It was amazing how easily some people could mask their true selves with a simple routine.