We lived with my husband for many years. My children grew up and left each other. It was just the two of us.
I began to notice that my husband was spending less time at home. Each time he said he was either on a business trip or urgent meetings.
But I am not stupid, I immediately realized that my husband had a mistress. Though we had lived together for many years, my feelings for my husband remained and I did not intend to give him to another woman.
For starters I decided to take care of myself. I looked good as it was, but now I decided to change myself.
I bought a couple of new clothes, got a new haircut. He noticed my transformation and even complimented me a couple of times. But still did not show up at home. So I took extreme measures.
One day I called him from a different number, changing my voice. Now, in this age of technology, it was not too difficult for me to do this. I called him and told him that I knew that he had a mistress, whom he was with very often, and even named the days on which he was not at home.
I threatened to tell his wife if he didn’t pay me a tidy sum of money. You should have heard his reaction. He began to stutter and mumble something in response, demanding proof of his infidelity. But I spoke very confidently, and then he agreed to my demands. That’s when I realized that I had hit the bull’s-eye. My husband really wasn’t faithful to me.
Somewhere deep in my heart, I still hoped that I was wrong in their suspicions, but it turned out that this is not so.
He really was cheating on me. And my husband, now stopped staying late in the evenings, trying to give me his free time. The need for blackmail disappeared for a while. But I wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt me.
I began to disappear in the evenings. Before that, I really told him that I knew about his infidelity, that I was informed about it by some well-wisher, and now I am filing for divorce.
My husband tried to apologize to me, saying it would never happen again, but I was adamant. Every night, I would pack up like I was going on a date and leave the house.
I would go to the theater, trying to distract myself from my sad thoughts. And my husband was waiting for me at home and was very nervous. When I came home, I would sometimes buy myself flowers and bring them home.
My husband would get, just frantic with his jealousy. One day, I told him that after my divorce from him, I was leaving and getting married. He cried, said he wouldn’t get over it and asked me to forget everything and start all over again:
“Understand, I was a complete fool, I thought it was all so, not serious. I was afraid for some reason to lose my manhood, and I decided to assert myself in this way. But I also love you. We have kids, what will they think of us? Let’s not break up our family.
His words touched me, and I decided to forgive him. But to admit that I made it all up and invented it, I certainly did not. Let him suffer, let him worry that I can do this.
