XSTORIES4U: Tales of Love, Lies, and Betrayal - Book 1

Part 38 Two Women, One Shocking Secret: My Life Unraveled!

I sat at the corner table of our favorite restaurant, my heart pounding as I saw her walk in—my wife, radiant and unsuspecting, heading straight towards me. Just as she reached the table, my blood ran cold. There, across the room, my mistress emerged from the bathroom, her eyes locking onto mine with a mix of surprise and fury. The world seemed to freeze. My wife leaned in to kiss me, and in that split second, my mistress stormed over. "Who is she?" my wife demanded, seeing the look of guilt plastered on my face. I stammered, but words failed me as my mistress took a deep breath and said, "I'm pregnant." My wife gasped, her eyes welling with tears, and I felt the walls closing in. My double life, carefully constructed on lies and deceit, was shattering around me. The restaurant fell silent, all eyes on our unfolding drama. In that moment, I realized I had not only destroyed my marriage, but I had also set into motion something far darker than I ever imagined.

My wife didn't cry. She didn't scream. Instead, she stepped back, her expression shifting from pain to something cold and calculating. For a moment, I thought she was going to walk out—but then she did something I never expected.

She smiled.

A chill ran down my spine as she turned to my mistress, her voice eerily calm. "Oh, I know who you are."

My mistress looked confused, her anger faltering. "What... what do you mean?"

My wife reached into her handbag and pulled out a small, glossy photograph. She tossed it onto the table in front of me. I stared at it, my heart skipping a beat. It was a picture of my mistress—taken from a distance, as if she had been followed.

"I've known for months," my wife said softly, her voice dripping with venom. "You really thought you were so clever, sneaking around? You don't think I noticed? You don't think I planned for this?"

My mistress took a step back, her face paling. "What... what is this? How did you—"

My wife cut her off, her voice turning sharp. "You're not pregnant. I had you followed, your phone tapped, everything. You've been lying just as much as he has."

The room seemed to close in on me. I couldn't breathe. My head spun. This couldn't be happening.

"Wait, wait—what do you mean she's not pregnant?" I blurted out, looking desperately between the two women.

But my wife didn't even glance at me. She kept her eyes fixed on my mistress, who now looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"You thought you could trap him, didn't you?" my wife sneered. "Make him leave me, start a new life with you. But you made one mistake."

I could barely keep up. My mouth was dry, my mind racing. What mistake? What was she talking about?

Suddenly, my mistress grabbed her purse and turned to leave, panic etched across her face. But before she could take a step, my wife's hand shot out, grabbing her arm.

"I wasn't the only one you've been seeing, was I?" my wife hissed, her grip tightening.

My mistress froze. Her eyes widened in horror.

"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "This can't be real."

My wife finally turned to me, her eyes like ice. "You weren't the only fool she was playing, darling. She's been seeing someone else—a dangerous someone else. And now that he knows, he's coming for all of us."

The room felt like it was spinning. My stomach dropped as the reality of the situation crashed over me.

Before I could process it, the restaurant doors burst open. Two men in dark suits entered, their eyes scanning the room. They looked directly at my mistress.

She gasped, yanking her arm free from my wife's grip and stumbling backward.

"He's here," she whispered, her face drained of all color.

I turned to my wife, my heart hammering in my chest. "What have you done?"

She smiled again, that same chilling smile. "I didn't do anything. This is just the price of betrayal."

The men started walking toward us, and in that moment, I realized that my tangled web of lies was about to become something far more lethal than I ever anticipated.

As they reached the table, my wife whispered one final sentence, her lips brushing my ear: "Good luck." Then she calmly stepped aside, leaving me alone to face the reckoning I had unknowingly set in motion.