After nearly 7 years of marriage, I used to believe that my husband was a decent man.
But recently, he has been working overtime every day, and when he comes home, he is tired and doesn’t touch me at all.
Even stranger,  he even took off his wedding ring and kept it in his pocket as if he was afraid someone would see it.

I had a feeling something was wrong.
So I started  secretly monitoring : installing a GPS, asking for a colleague’s phone number, making up stories about borrowing things to send to the company…
And then  I was embarrassed to realize , just as many people had warned:

He is “raising” a third child outside — a new employee, young, red-lipped, short-skirted and… good at juggling.

I kept quiet for 2 weeks.
No fighting, no crying, no questioning.
I  wanted to give him a drama to remember for the rest of his life.

Luckily for me — or unluckily for them —  my husband’s company was holding a year-end party, and employees were allowed to bring “family members” along.
I signed up early, but I wasn’t going alone.

I hired  a separate event organization team , sound system, lighting, 3D LED backdrop.
This team used to serve resort weddings, so I believe they know how to make a… “party go bang”.

I walked into the party in a bright red dress, head held high, holding by the hand…  a little boy about 5 years old, my best friend’s son who I lent him.

As soon as he saw me,  my husband turned pale , and “little three” was standing holding his arm at the VIP table.

I smiled softly:

– “Hello everyone! My husband and I are so happy today, we took advantage of the company party to decide to…  make public our husband’s illegitimate child  . But strangely,  why isn’t it the other one? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the hall suddenly went out, and  the follow light shone right on the “mistress’s” face.
The LED screen behind turned on, showing  all the photos of my husband hugging and kissing her in the parking lot, the movie cafe, and even the motel room.

Everyone cheered.

– “I’ve known my husband was cheating for 3 months. Thanks for exposing him for what he is — and helping me end a shitty marriage.”

I turned to the MC and nodded.
The music started — “You Left Me” filled the hall.

30 minutes later:
The mistress ran away crying and indignant,  her skirt torn after a struggle with the head of the administrative department – the person she had also been “having an affair with”.
My husband collapsed on the chair, his face pale,  the company director announced that he was suspended from work pending investigation for violating the company’s regulations.

What about me?

I strode out to the car, went straight to the 5-star hotel I had booked the day before,
opened champagne, posted a gentle clip online, locked comments, and left a caption:

“When women are silent, it’s when they’re writing a script that you can’t handle.”