A simple yoga friendship revealed a gut-wrenching truth: my new friend was my husband’s lover. Hurt and furious, we prepared a surprise he’d never see coming.
It all started at yoga class. I’d been going to the same studio for years. One day, a new face showed up—Ann. We hit it off right away.
“First time?” I asked, helping her roll out her mat.
She nodded. “That obvious, huh?”
I laughed. “Nah, just haven’t seen you around. I’m Helen.”
“Ann,” she replied, shaking my hand. “Fair warning, I might fall on my face a few times.”
“Don’t worry,” I winked. “I’ll catch you.”
After a few classes, we began grabbing coffee together. Ann was funny and down-to-earth, quickly becoming the highlight of my week.
Two cheerful women in a café | Source: Midjourney
“So, Helen,” Ann said one day, stirring her latte. “Tell me about your husband. What’s he like?”
I shrugged. “Jim’s… Jim. Works late, snores like a freight train.”
Ann’s eyes lit up. “My new guy’s name is Jim too! He snores like crazy too. Must be a ‘Jim’ thing.”
“Your guy’s named Jim too?” I asked, my heart racing.
“Yeah, we met on a dating app a few months ago. He’s perfect,” she gushed.
I felt my stomach drop. “Want to see a picture?”
She showed me a photo of Jim, and my heart sank.
“Ann, we need to talk. That man in the picture… HE’S MY HUSBAND.”
Her face drained of color. “Oh my God. I had no idea.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s his,” I said, feeling anger shift toward Jim.
Ann’s eyes hardened. “What are we going to do now?”
She leaned in, grinning. “I have an idea. But first, we need reinforcements.”
We called Sara, who was all in. We met at my place, planning our revenge.
“Okay,” Sara said, cracking her knuckles. “I’ll create a fake profile on the dating app.”
Ann snorted. “So, anyone with a pulse?”
“Pretty much. Make her blonde. He likes blondes.”
Within days, Jim matched with “Cheryl.”
Sara set up a date at Le Château, the fanciest restaurant in town. Ann and I watched from our car.
“There he goes,” I muttered. “Probably told me he’s working late again.”
Ann squeezed my hand. “You okay?”
“Yeah. No. I don’t know. But we’re here now.”
We waited fifteen minutes before making our move. Ann walked in first, turning heads as she approached Jim and Sara.
My phone buzzed: “He’s sweating bullets. Your turn!”
I walked in, and the look on Jim’s face was priceless.
“I… uh… I think… I need to go home,” Jim stammered.
“Oh, don’t leave now, Jim!” Sara called out. “We were having such a good time.”
We approached him, and Jim’s face drained of color.
“Honey,” I said, “thought you were working late?”
Jim stuttered, “Helen, I… I can explain…”
Ann stepped forward. “Oh, this should be good.”
The restaurant fell silent.
“I… It’s not what it looks like,” he said.
I laughed. “Really? You’re a cheater, a liar, and a coward.”
Ann slapped him hard. The sound echoed as Sara recorded the whole thing.
“You can’t do this,” Jim sputtered. “My job… my reputation…”
“I filed for divorce. You’re DONE,” I snapped.
As we left, I felt lighter than I had in years. I was free.
Later, we gathered at my place, watching the video climb in views.
“One million views!” Sara cheered. “To karma!”
“To karma,” Ann and I echoed, raising our glasses.
As for Jim? He became infamous. But I gained something priceless: true friendship and the strength to move on.
