From Betrayal to Payback: My Husband’s Cruel Words Unleashed a Crazy Lesson

I Overheard My Husband Telling His Friends That I Look Worse than His Ex – The Lesson I Gave Him Is Just Crazy

Jane, who is still full of honeymoon glow, is eager to start her new life as a wife. But she learns her husband is as shallow as they come when she listens in on a chat between him and his friends. Will Jane stay or will she change to become the perfect lady Wayne desires?

It was one thing dating Wayne. Getting married to him was an entirely different matter.

I believed I had married the love of my life until a year ago. Wayne and I got together right after he left a very bad relationship.

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” I enquired.

He said, “Yes, Jane, of course.” “Nicole has now faded into the past. You know that I’m prepared to go on, settle down, and simply be happy?”

I was initially concerned that I would end up a rebound because it seemed to happen frequently. I reasoned, however, that I had nothing to lose.

Wayne proposed to me after we had been dating for over two years.

Saying, “Let’s make it forever, Jane,” he spoke.

Naturally, I replied “yes.” Wayne had demonstrated to me during our time together that I was more than simply a rebound.

After a wonderful honeymoon that was full of love, laughter, and promises of a future together, we had just returned. Life appeared to be ideal until one typical day when the façade broke.

Just as I was about to walk our dog, Bolt, I noticed that Wayne was on a video conversation with some of his pals.

“Hey, Jane!” My spouse contacted from the living area. “Come and say ‘hey’ to the guys.”

Before leaving, I briefly poked my head into the picture.

Bolt kissed my face at the sight of the leash and harness, eager to get out of our garden. However, the sky appeared menacing and suggested rain.

I hurried back inside to get my raincoat, then.

The laughing from Wayne’s video call echoed throughout the home. Not wishing to draw attention to myself, I slipped upstairs to grab my raincoat, knowing full well that Wayne would call me back to discuss things.

I had no idea how our relationship would be ruined by an innocent bystander to a chat.

“Dude, are you still hung up on how Jane looks?” A friend of his laughed.

A beat skipped in my heart.

How come? I pondered.

Maybe it was all a prank and Wayne would save my bacon.

“Well, at least she cooks better than Nicole,” Wayne replied. “She doesn’t really worry me either. I believe she went for a walk with Bolt recently as well, something Nicole would have undoubtedly forced me to do. But in comparison to Nicole, it does seem a little inferior.”

Another voice said, “What are you going to do about it?”

“Listen, I think I’d change my mind if Jane lost a little bit of weight.”

The home echoed with the sound of their laughter.

I was stunned and motionless.

Wayne had never shown me such petty worries. Rather, he would assure me of his unwavering affection, particularly after his split from Nicole.

And yet here he was, making fun of me while sipping a drink in the living room.

I pivoted and departed from the residence. I needed to get away from Wayne, and Bolt needed to go for a stroll.

That was followed by an internal conflict. I was at a loss for what to do. I was aware that marriage would be challenging, particularly since I had such strong opinions about everything in my life. However, I didn’t think it would feel that horrible that quickly.

After just three weeks of marriage, Wayne was already making comparisons between me and his ex-girlfriend, who had ended their relationship via text.

Wayne and I could have immediately divorced. However, that was almost too simple. I required more.

I had trouble falling asleep. My thoughts were racing madly.

When I told my mother the incident the next day, she asked, “What do you want to do?”

“I’m not sure,” I replied. “I want to hurt him, I think.”

I couldn’t look in the mirror without squirming ever since I heard what Wayne had said.

Everything felt and looked off. I desired to be hidden. I wished no one could see me.

Because I drank so much tea, my teeth seemed overly yellow, and my hair appeared lifeless. The hips I admired appeared excessively large. And I felt strange smiling.

My mom brought me a piece of pie and poured me some tea.

She questioned, “Hurt him now?”

“I haven’t given it that much thought,” I said.

“Why do you not just want to part ways and move on with your life? Don’t you just waste time doing this? She enquired.

Although I thought I was wasting my time, all I really wanted was retribution. I required it.

Mom said, “What about the prenup?”

What?” I enquired.

Wayne and you signed a prenuptial agreement, right? Would it matter if you divorced right now?”

I discovered my copy of the contract when I got home, and it was simple. All I had to do was persevere for a year, after which I was entitled to half of everything Wayne possessed.

I was able to hold out.

For me, the ensuing months were a flurry of change. My determination to face him in a way he would never forget drove me.

I started my quest of self-improvement as a declaration of my value, not for him.

I started going to the gym and improving my diet. I went to the dentist regularly for cleaning. I ensured that my hair was clipped every few months.

I began to feel better in my own flesh.

Wayne, on the other hand, thought that I was doing it all for him.

He started to purchase me new clothes and shoes.

“I just thought you’d look amazing in this,” he would say, waiting for me to strip down and try it in front of him.

Which I never did. But Wayne kept them coming, and I kept stacking them in my closet. I’d wear them all when I started a new life.

By the time of our first anniversary, I had completely changed into the ideal of social perfection that my husband and his friends held in high regard.

I proposed that we have a large dinner with all of our friends, which was really a pretext for the last part of my elaborate scheme.

When they first saw me wearing one of my new outfits, their shock was evident and reflected my husband’s awe.

As I prepared the table for dinner, Wayne and his pals had drinks. Wayne and his buddies were in a wonderful mood because of the alcohol.

One of the boys added, “Wayne, you didn’t tell us that Jane looks that good.”

“I informed you all that she was exercising more. And lately, she’s started improving our diet.”

Someone laughed and said, “So you’re into your wife again?”

“Yeah!” stated Wayne. “Did you see how she looks in that dress?”

Never in my life had I felt like an object.

I hung out with the ‘wives’ and heard them rave about how vital collagen is to healthy skin. We took a seat when dinner was served.

I took advantage of the stillness as we raised our glasses for a toast to reveal my genuine intentions.

“I’m filing for divorce because I don’t want to ever feel downgraded again, compared to an ex or anyone else,” I replied.

“What?” Wayne firmly placed his beer down on the table and demanded.

“Wayne once told you guys that being with me felt like a step down when he thought I wasn’t there to hear. that I was not the Nicole. That perhaps if I changed my appearance and dropped weight, he would reconsider.”

There was a collective gasp in the dining room, and my husband’s eyes widened in horror and recognition, his face devoid of color.

I said, “But here’s the thing,” and everyone hung on to every word I said. “I changed who I was for myself, not for him, as hearing that talk broke my confidence. Never should someone feel obligated to alter for the flimsy devotion of another.”

My spouse tried to change, and he begged for pardon, but his requests were ignored.

“Jane, come on,” he urged. “We can talk about this later.”

“No, we don’t really have anything to talk about now,” I replied.

Jane, please. “I was naive,” he declared. “A year ago was that. Right now, I don’t think any of that. I adore you so much, isn’t it clear?

With a melancholic grin, I shook my head.

“Why did you wait a year?” Ross, Wayne’s friend, asked me.

“Because, Wayne. You insist on a prenuptial agreement, right? Who pays the ‘downgraded party’ generously if the divorce is brought about by unhappiness during the first five years of the marriage?”

My statements had left a resounding stillness as their implications became clear. My spouse fell back into his chair, his resolve to resist dissipating.

My voice softened as I continued, “I don’t want your money.” “But I will take enough to start a new life.”

I took up my fork and carried on with my meal. My intention was to pack up and relocate as quickly as possible.

I signed the lease to secure an apartment a few weeks ago, making it ready for my move in.

“Just like that?” A few days later, when I was packing all my books into a box, Wayne inquired.

Yes, exactly like that, I replied. “You initiated this. Before you actually gave this marriage a chance, you damaged it. I’m fine now, so.”

He questioned, “You really think I’m that shallow?”

For a little moment, I studied Wayne, wondering if beyond his façade lurked any regret. However, it wasn’t.

And even if, in the back of your mind, there was, it was too late.