I Met My Husband and His Mistress at a Public Pool – Karma Had Other Plans
I never imagined that I would see my husband, Tom, at a public pool with a young blonde. I thought I’d go up and ask him what was going on. But little did I know that this shocking scene would lead to a dramatic chain of events that would completely change my life.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Lisa, and I’ve been married to Tom for four years. On the surface, we had a perfect life. Tom worked in an office and earned a good salary. We had two cars, a nice house, and a dog named Max. People thought we had it all.
But everything changed on this day. It was my day off, and I decided to surprise Tom with breakfast. As I cooked pancakes in the kitchen, Tom walked in looking irritated. “Good morning, Tom!” I said, trying to keep my spirits high. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
“Morning,” he replied coolly, barely meeting my eyes.
Things took a turn when we sat down to eat. I noticed that we were out of blueberries, which annoyed him. “You know I like blueberries, Lisa,” he said sharply.
“Yeah, you could have told me we were running low,” I replied, trying to stay calm.
Before I knew it, we were in another heated argument. Tom finished his breakfast in silence, grabbed his briefcase, and headed for the door. “I’ll see you later,” he said coldly.
“Yeah, later,” I snapped back, frustration bubbling inside me.
After he left, I sat at the table staring at the half-eaten pancakes. A mix of despair and anger washed over me. I was so tired of our constant fights.
To escape my misery, I called my best friend, May. “Hey, May! Want to go swimming today? I need a distraction,” I said, trying to sound cheerful.
“Of course, Lisa! Let’s meet at my place in an hour!” she replied with her usual enthusiasm.
I quickly dressed and drove to May’s house. It was a beautiful day, perfect for the pool. When we arrived, the place was buzzing with families and friends enjoying the sunshine. We found a spot by the water and ordered pizza.
After a while, I felt myself relax. “This is exactly what I needed,” I said, smiling at May.
“Me too! There’s nothing like a pool day to lift your spirits!” May agreed, her smile infectious.
Then I saw him—Tom, sitting on a sunbed about twenty meters away. But he wasn’t alone. A young blonde woman was with him, her hand resting on his. My heart sank.
“May, look at that!” I stammered, pointing in disbelief.
“Oh, Lisa, I’m so sorry. Is that really Tom?” May asked, her voice trembling.
“Yes! That’s him! And who is that blonde?” I felt my anger boil over. Tom looked so relaxed, laughing with her like they were in their own little world. I was furious and heartbroken at the same time. “This is unbelievable!”
“I have to do something,” I said, feeling the need to confront him.
“Hold on, Lisa! Think this through!” May grabbed my arm, but I was too shocked to listen. My heart raced as I moved toward Tom, my hands shaking with rage.
Just then, a burly young man, maybe 22, rushed past me. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” he yelled, grabbing Tom by the collar and shoving him back onto the sunbed. The blonde jumped back, shocked.
Tom’s face turned white. “I—I can explain!” he stammered.
“Explain? That you’re messing around with my girlfriend?” the young man spat, his anger palpable.
Tom’s eyes widened in fear. “Please, don’t cause a scene! I’ll give you money! What do you want?” he begged, his voice shaking.
The young man looked disgusted. “You think you can buy your way out of this?” He raised his fist, ready to hit.
I stood there, torn between amusement and anger. This was too good to miss. I pulled out my phone and started recording.
“Please, don’t hit me! I’m sorry!” Tom whined. The young man’s anger shifted to pity as he shoved Tom away. “You’re not worth it,” he said, turning to leave. Tom slumped back onto the sunbed, looking defeated.
Feeling a strange satisfaction, I stopped recording and approached Tom. “Lisa, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, his voice trembling.
“Oh really? So you weren’t just making out with another woman?” I yelled, holding up my phone. “I’ve got it all on video.” His face fell. “Please, Lisa. Let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. We’re done,” I said coldly. “I’m divorcing you.”
The drive home was silent. Tom kept glancing at me, but I shook my head. My mind was made up. I stared out the window, trying to process everything that had happened. The confrontation, the betrayal, the public humiliation—it felt surreal.
When we got home, Tom finally broke the silence. “I’m sorry, Lisa. I swear it won’t happen again.” His eyes were red, and he looked like he might cry.
I crossed my arms and stood my ground. “I don’t care, Tom. You betrayed me. You’ve broken whatever trust we had left.”
“Lisa, please!” he pleaded, inching closer. “We can work this out!” But I stepped back.
There was a huge gap between us now. “No, Tom. I’m done. You can’t be forgiven,” I shot back, my voice shaking with the hurt and anger rising inside me.
Tom’s sorrow quickly turned into rage. “Are you serious? This is all your fault!” he shouted. “You’ve been acting so distant. I did this because of you!”
I stared at him in disbelief. “You think I’m to blame for your cheating? That’s incredible!”
“Yes! You’ve changed since I married you!” he yelled back.
“You drove me away,” he continued, his voice rising. “Lisa, you made me feel unwanted!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The man who once promised to love and cherish me was now accusing me of being the betrayer. That was it. I pulled out my phone and opened the video.
In a few quick taps, I sent it to his boss. “Let’s see how your boss feels about his daughter being in this video,” I typed and hit send.
Tom’s eyes widened in horror. “No, Lisa! You can’t do that!” he yelled, lunging for my phone, but it was too late. The damage was done.
The fallout was swift. The next day, Tom was fired. His boss was furious about the scandal involving his daughter. When Tom came home, he looked crushed.
“Please, let’s talk,” he begged, but I stood firm. I had finally felt a sense of freedom despite Tom’s collapse.
I was ready to move on and file for divorce. For the first time in a long time, I felt powerful and independent. I realized I had been carrying the weight of our troubled marriage by myself for far too long.
Tom’s betrayal had destroyed our marriage, but it also freed me. Now, I could leave behind his lies and deceit.
I was excited to rediscover myself and pursue my happiness on my own terms. Even with an uncertain future ahead, I felt a spark of hope igniting within me.
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