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I Attended My Husband’s Office Party for the First Time, but I Never Expected to See His Other ‘Wife’ There
It was supposed to be a fun evening—my first time attending one of my husband’s office parties. David had always talked about these events with a sort of casual indifference, brushing them off as dull corporate gatherings. But when his company extended an invitation for spouses to attend, I insisted on going. After all, I had never met most of his coworkers, and I was curious to see this world he spent so much time in.
I arrived at the upscale venue in a navy-blue cocktail dress, the one I knew David liked. My husband greeted me at the entrance with a stiff smile, almost as if he were surprised I actually came. That should have been my first clue.
As we walked inside, I noticed the extravagant décor—glass chandeliers, champagne fountains, and well-dressed professionals laughing in clusters. David introduced me to a few of his colleagues, all polite, all a little too formal. But then, my gaze landed on a woman across the room.
She was stunning—tall, elegant, and familiar in a way that sent a chill down my spine. Her laugh rang out over the noise, and when she turned her head, my stomach dropped.
I knew her.
I had seen her before.
And not just in passing.
She was the woman from the photos. The one whose name I had only heard in hushed tones when David spoke on the phone late at night. The one I once saw in an old email, her name lingering in the subject line before he hurriedly closed his laptop. I had asked about her once—Who’s Michelle?—and he had brushed it off. Just a coworker.
But now, watching her drape an all-too-familiar hand over David’s shoulder, I felt the room spin.
I was looking at his other “wife.”
Not in the legal sense, but emotionally, she had claimed a part of him that was supposed to be mine. The way she leaned in, the way his body tensed yet didn’t pull away—it told me everything I needed to know.
I stood frozen, gripping my clutch so tightly my knuckles turned white. Then, as if sensing my gaze, she looked at me. A flicker of recognition crossed her face before she smiled—a knowing, almost victorious smirk. My heart pounded.
David turned then, following her gaze. When his eyes met mine, they widened in shock, his face draining of color.
He hadn’t expected me to see this.
But now I had.
The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thick. My hands shook, but I lifted my chin. If he thought I would crumble, he was wrong.
I took a slow breath and stepped forward.
It was time for some introductions.
