I Rented Out an Apartment to My Husband’s Mistress, and Their Next Date There Was Unforgettable
When I discovered my husband, Daniel, was cheating, I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. Instead, I devised a plan.
It started with a forgotten phone left on our kitchen counter. A message popped up from someone named Lily.
“Can’t wait to see you again at our place. Love you.”
My stomach twisted, but I stayed calm. I did some digging and learned Daniel had been renting an apartment for their secret meetings. The lease was ending soon. That’s when inspiration struck.
Through a fake identity, I advertised a beautiful, newly available apartment online—one I had secretly rented myself. Within days, Lily reached out. She had no idea who I was.
A week later, Daniel left for another “work trip.” I watched from my hidden camera as he entered my rental, flowers in hand.
Lily greeted him with a kiss. “This place is so nice,” she cooed. “The landlord’s been really sweet, too.”
I smirked at my screen. Oh, I know.
For their next date, I left a sealed envelope on the coffee table, along with a USB drive. Then, I waited.
That night, Daniel walked in, holding a bottle of wine. Lily noticed the envelope first.
She opened it and gasped. Divorce papers.
Daniel frowned. “What’s this?”
She plugged the USB into the TV. A video started playing—a montage of their secret meetings, caught on my hidden camera. Every kiss, every whisper, every betrayal.
Daniel’s face drained of color. Lily looked horrified.
Then, my voice played over the footage.
“Surprise! You two make such a cute couple. I thought you’d enjoy this highlight reel. Oh, and Lily? You might want to check who owns this apartment. Hint: It’s me. Rent is due tomorrow.”
Lily turned to Daniel, furious. “You told me she didn’t know!”
Before he could respond, the apartment door burst open.
His boss stood in the doorway.
“Daniel,” he said coldly. “Your wife sent me the footage. I don’t do business with liars.”
Daniel stammered, but it was too late. His career? Over.
Lily grabbed her bag and stormed out. Daniel collapsed onto the couch, defeated.
Meanwhile, I poured myself a glass of wine, smiling.
Revenge isn’t just served cold—it’s rented out, furnished, and paid in full.
