A young girl in short shorts tried to get my husband’s attention – I had to teach this homewrecker a lesson 😱😱

My husband and I had long dreamed of a vacation, but somehow it never worked out. Then – a miracle! – we managed to get a few days off. We bought the plane tickets literally at the last minute, so we ended up with seats in different rows. I wasn’t particularly upset: the main thing was that we’d spend time together by the sea. Sitting apart for a couple of hours was no big deal.

I boarded the plane, looking for my seat. As I walked past my husband, I caught a glimpse of who was sitting next to him: a young woman, about twenty, in ultra-short denim shorts, bright red lipstick, and eyelashes like fans.

I’m not the jealous type, so I just smiled to myself: “Alright, let her sit there.”

But about half an hour into the flight, I noticed that she was behaving… let’s say, a bit too freely.

She whispered flirtatiously to my husband, laughed at every single thing he said, even though he replied briefly. Every now and then she would “accidentally” touch his hand, ask him to pass her some water, or fetch her bag from under the seat.

My husband behaved like a gentleman, but with zero interest. Everything would have been fine, if she hadn’t suddenly put her long legs up on the seat in front – right in front of my husband’s face – as if deliberately showing off every line of her body.

That’s when I’d had enough. I decided to give her a firm lesson. 😢 Continuation in the first comment 👇👇 Ladies, has this ever happened to you? What did you do?

I got up, slowly walked down the aisle holding a plastic cup of coffee. I came to their row, smiled sweetly at my husband, and kissed him on the cheek. But at the same time… I “misjudged” the movement of my hand.

— Oh… I’m so sorry — I whispered almost under my breath, as a hot drop of coffee landed right on her thigh.

The girl jumped up as if she’d been stung.
— Are you crazy?! — she shouted so loudly that people around us turned to look. — These are my new shorts!

Still smiling politely, I replied:
— Yes, I noticed the shorts. You’ve been showing them off so diligently all flight long that it was hard not to. Maybe now you can sit a bit more properly?

She huffed, took a pair of sweatpants from her bag, and marched off to the toilet to change.

My husband looked at me as if to say, “You’re impossible.” I sat down in my seat and, for the first time during the flight, calmly opened a magazine.