I had no reason to suspect anything was wrong. It was just another three-day trip to New York. My bag was packed, my presentation was ready, and I kissed my husband, Tom, goodbye at the airport.
“See you soon,” he said with a warm smile.
“Don’t forget to water the plants,” I teased before heading to security. Everything felt normal. Looking back now, I wish I had noticed the signs.
After a long day of meetings, I finally collapsed onto my hotel bed, exhausted. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, my phone buzzed. Expecting Tom’s usual goodnight message, I smiled—until I opened it.
“I am now lying in your bed, in your apartment, with your husband. Now I am the main woman here.”
My heart stopped. My mind went blank. And before I could even process the words, another message followed—a picture.
There she was. A woman, sprawled across my bed, wearing a lace nightgown. And next to her? Tom. The smug expression on her face made me sick.
I knew exactly who she was.
The Woman Who Wanted My Life
It was Sarah—my colleague. The same Sarah who had resented me from the moment I got promoted over her. The same woman who never congratulated me, only threw jealous glances my way.
I had overheard her once, whispering to a coworker, “Must be nice to have everything handed to you.”
I ignored her bitterness then. But now? Now, she was lying in my bed, sending me messages just to rub it in.
Rage, pain, and disbelief hit me all at once. But instead of breaking down, I took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to let them win.
“They think they’ve won,” I whispered. “But they have no idea who they’re dealing with.”
Revenge, Step by Step
The next morning, I went through the motions—shaking hands, sitting through meetings, pretending like my entire world hadn’t collapsed the night before.
Inside, I was already planning. Instead of rushing home to confront them, I extended my trip. I needed time. Time to think, time to prepare.
First, I called my lawyer. Divorce papers were drawn up immediately. Next, I had the locks changed before I even set foot back home. Lastly, I reached out to a friend in HR—one who owed me a favor.
Sarah had no idea what was coming.
When I finally returned, I didn’t announce my arrival. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The apartment looked the same, but it no longer felt like mine.
The first thing I saw? Sarah’s nightgown draped over the couch.
Tom was sitting there, his face paling the moment he saw me. He stood up, scrambling for words.
“I—uh—I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he stammered. “It just… happened.”
I didn’t respond. I walked straight to the bedroom. And there she was—Sarah, lounging in my bed.
She scrambled to cover herself, her face turning ghostly white.
“Well, well,” I said coolly. “Enjoying yourself?”
Sarah stuttered, “This isn’t what it looks like—”
“Oh, it’s exactly what it looks like,” I cut in, tossing her clothes at her. “Get dressed. You’re leaving.”
Tom tried to say something, but I didn’t let him. I handed him the divorce papers.
“It’s over, Tom. You can explain yourself to my lawyer.”
Sarah bolted out the door. Tom just stood there, staring at the papers in shock. I turned away, walked into the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of water.
“You should leave,” I said without looking at him.
Minutes later, he was gone. And for the first time in a long time, my apartment felt peaceful again.
The Final Blow
Sarah strutted into the office the next day, pretending like nothing had happened. She smirked as she walked past my desk, believing she had won.
What she didn’t know? Her meeting with HR was already scheduled.
By lunchtime, she was called into the conference room. Nearly an hour later, she emerged—her face pale, her confidence shattered. HR escorted her to her desk as she packed up her things.
Her affair with Tom wasn’t the issue, but her violation of workplace integrity was—and that was enough to get her fired.
As she passed by me one last time, our eyes met. I didn’t smile. Didn’t say a word. I just watched as she left, humiliated.
Karma Always Comes Around
Now, I sit in my apartment, sipping my coffee. The locks have been changed. Tom is gone. And for the first time in a long time, I feel free.
They thought they could break me. They thought they had won.
But in the end, they only destroyed themselves.
Sarah? Jobless and humiliated.
Tom? Out of my life for good.
And me? Stronger, free, and ready for whatever comes next.
Because karma always catches up. And when it does, it’s swift and satisfying.
This story is inspired by real events but has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been altered to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to real individuals or events is purely coincidental.
