I caught my husband with the neighbor, but I didn’t raise a scene or my voice — I simply added something to my husband’s glass. And just a few minutes later, I was sitting in the next room, enjoying the screams of his lover: “Tom! What’s happening?! Oh my God… what did you do to me?!” 😏😨
I came home earlier than usual. Already in the hallway, the smell of a чужой perfume made me uneasy — sweet, intrusive, definitely not mine.
When I took off my coat, my eyes fell on the floor near the mirror. There lay a bright hair tie with a plastic daisy. I had been wearing my hair short for several years, so there was no way I could be mistaken.
My heart tightened unpleasantly, but I was still trying to convince myself that there had to be some simple explanation. I took a few steps down the hallway — and at that moment muffled sounds came from the bedroom.
That was enough.
I quietly walked up to the door and carefully opened it a little. The scene inside was exactly what I had feared seeing: my husband Tom and our neighbor Clara weren’t even trying to be careful.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t burst in. I didn’t make a scene.
I simply closed the door and slowly walked to the kitchen in shock.
I sat down at the table and stared at one spot for several minutes until the first wave of pain inside me subsided. Then my breathing steadied and my thoughts began to form into a cold and very clear plan.
There was a glass of water on the table. Tom always kept it for himself — at room temperature, because he hated cold water.
I took the glass and added something from the cabinet, then quietly went to the guest room and began to wait.
I knew my husband’s habits far too well.
After a couple of minutes, the bedroom door creaked. Tom, just as I expected, went to the kitchen, took the glass, and greedily drank the water. Then he calmly went back.
I smiled and looked at the clock.
Only a short time passed before a hysterical scream suddenly came from the bedroom.
— Tom! What’s happening?! Oh my God… what did you do to me?!
I leaned back in the armchair and allowed myself a barely noticeable, satisfied smile.
Sometimes the best scandal is the one that happens without you. 😏
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A few seconds later the screams grew louder. Real panic could already be heard in Clara’s voice.
— Tom… oh my God!
I didn’t even move. I just listened quietly.
First there were quick footsteps, then a crash — someone had hit a chair. Tom muttered through his teeth, clearly trying to understand what was happening to his body. But I knew perfectly well what was happening.
In the kitchen cabinet there was a very strong laxative. Once Tom himself had bought it after a bad dinner at a restaurant and then complained for a long time that it was “the worst remedy in the world.”
The irony of fate.
Judging by the sounds, he had already realized that he might simply not make it to the bathroom in time. The panic in the bedroom grew with every second. Clara screamed, Tom rushed around the room, drawers slammed, something fell to the floor.
— Faster! — she shouted. — Tom, do something!
But it was already too late.
A moment later a heavy, awkward silence fell, and then another scream rang out — this time full of disgust and despair.
I slowly stood up from the armchair and looked at the closed bedroom door.
Sometimes justice comes very quietly.
And very… memorably.
