You think you know the people closest to you, right? That’s what I used to believe. I trusted my husband, Tom, and my sister, Kelly, implicitly. But life had a cruel twist in store.
I’m Greta, 30, a marketing manager with a job that keeps me traveling often. Tom and I have been married for five years, and we were always seen as the perfect couple. Kelly, my younger sister, is the life of the party, while I’m the dependable one. We seemed to complement each other perfectly—until now.
Last week, I was on a business trip. Missing Tom dearly, I decided to come home early to surprise him. I imagined a romantic reunion, but instead, I heard something disturbing: the shower running and a woman’s voice—Kelly’s voice. My heart raced as I approached and heard Kelly say, “Honey, come in! We only have a few more days until she gets back.”
Shocked and hurt, I backed away quietly. I needed to act, but not just confront them. I wanted revenge. I drove to a store, gathered supplies, and returned home, where Tom and Kelly were lounging in the living room, oblivious to my presence.
A man’s shoes, clothes, and video game consoles lying dumped in the front yard of a house | Source: Midjourney
I grabbed Tom’s belongings and dumped them on Kelly’s front yard, including his favorite video game consoles. Feeling a rush of satisfaction, I then called Sarah, our friend with a flair for drama. I told her about the betrayal and suggested we turn our upcoming barbecue into a “coming out” party.
Sarah was thrilled and quickly spread the word. The next day, our backyard was buzzing with guests in tropical attire, wondering about the surprise. When Tom and Kelly arrived, their uneasy expressions were a delight.
I addressed the crowd, revealing Tom and Kelly’s affair and announcing a game: “Who Can Pack Faster?” I tossed two suitcases at their feet and gave them ten minutes to pack and leave.
Laughter erupted as Tom and Kelly scrambled. Tom pleaded, but I cut him off. “Save it. The only words I want to hear are ‘goodbye.'”
Kelly, teary-eyed, grabbed her bag and stormed off. Tom lingered, but our friends were unsympathetic. Sarah’s smirk was the final blow. Tom and Kelly left, humiliated.
Tom didn’t come home that night, and Kelly has been avoiding family events. They tried to play me, but I got the last laugh.
