You should have seen his face. Priceless doesn’t even begin to describe it.
Amy, in her early 50s, had been looking forward to a relaxing Saturday with her husband, Mark. Married for six years, they’d built a life she thought was solid—until that day.
That morning, Mark kissed her on the forehead, claiming he had a busy day at work. He even sweetened the deal, promising to bring home Indian food if he got off early. Amy, trusting as always, thought nothing of it.
With plans dashed, she settled into her favorite pastime: tea and a good book. Halfway through, her phone buzzed. It was a voicemail from Tom, Mark’s best friend. Curious, she hit play.
Tom’s voice chirped about being late for their “double date” at Coachella around 2 PM. Wait, what? A double date? At Coachella? Amy’s brows furrowed. Mark hadn’t mentioned anything.
At first, she considered shrugging it off—maybe Tom got his wires crossed. But something gnawed at her. On a whim, she searched “Coachella” and discovered it wasn’t the music festival but a trendy, festival-themed restaurant. Her gut told her to check it out.
Dressed casually, Amy arrived early and chose a discreet table with a clear view of the entrance. She hoped she was wrong. But when Mark strolled in with a stunning woman on his arm, her heart sank. They joined Tom and his wife, Sasha, laughing and chatting like carefree teenagers.
Amy’s shock quickly turned to resolve. Devastated as she was, she refused to make a scene. Instead, she called the waiter, ordered the best champagne, and had it delivered to Mark’s table. The waiter, catching on, delivered it with flair.
As Mark raised a glass, Amy pulled out her phone, snapped a photo of the cozy group, and posted it on Facebook with a cutting caption. She tagged Mark.
Moments later, Mark’s phone buzzed. His expression morphed from confusion to horror as he scanned the restaurant. Amy, calm as ever, penned a quick note: “To a memorable double date and our divorce, cheers!” She slipped it to the waiter, paid her bill, and walked out with her dignity intact.
When Mark finally came home, he found his belongings packed neatly by the door. He stammered through excuses, calling it “harmless fun,” but Amy had heard enough. That night, Mark stayed at Tom’s. Amy stayed busy making plans to file for divorce.
What would you have done if you were Amy?
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