My Husband’s Lover Came to Me for a Massage, Not Knowing I’m His Wife

MY HUSBAND’S LOVER CAME TO ME FOR A MASSAGE, NOT KNOWING I’M HIS WIFE.

Yesterday, a beautiful young woman with red lisptick came to my massage studio. Wearing a red robe and smiling, she asked me to take a pic of her so she could send it to her boyfriend.

Her: “Finally, I’m going to relax.”
Me: “Too much stress?”
Her: “Too much!”

She lay on the massage table and continued, “My boyfriend is in the process of divorce. Well, I’d leave her too. She doesn’t do makeup, doesn’t wear dresses. She just works, looks after their kids, cooks, and cleans. Of course, he’ll get the house—it’s his. The kids can stay with her. I don’t want to raise someone else’s brats.”

At that very moment, her phone started buzzing, and the profile picture showed her with…MY HUSBAND. And there I digested all she said.

Her: “Oh, I’ll answer later.”
Me: “No, dear, please, answer. It’s my husband—your boyfriend dreaming to divorce me—calling you.”

Dead silence for a few seconds, and then she yelled, “What the hell did you do?! I CAN’T MOVE!”

You never think it’ll happen to you. I thought my husband and I had built a life that no one could touch. But then a young, beautiful woman walked into my massage studio and started talking about her life. What she said left me speechless, but my response left her paralyzed.

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