Birthday Bombshell: Husband’s Mistress Invited to Party – Wife’s Ultimate Revenge Shocks All

My Husband Invited His Mistress Home for His Birthday Party – I Was Furious and Got the Ultimate Revenge.

Gwen believes Ryan is cheating as soon as she discovers red lipstick stains on her husband’s work clothes and strands of red hair in her bed. Then, when Ryan brings a redhead to the celebration at his birthday dinner, everything becomes clear. Gwen works to exact her retribution since she can’t let it go unpunished.

“Gwen, why do you look so stressed?” With a tone of worry in her voice, my buddy Jessica questioned.

We were at the supermarket, picking up the last few ingredients I needed for the recipes I had been scouring. Tomorrow was my husband’s birthday, and we were going to have dinner at home.

With a sigh, I remembered the tiny Ziploc bag inside my purse.

I told Jess, “I discovered this while making the bed.” “Obviously, it’s not mine, and it sure as hell isn’t Ryan’s.”

I took the bag out. A long strand of bright red hair that I had discovered on our bed was within.

Jessica took the bag from me, her eyes widening.

“Are you serious? That’s quite incriminating. What was said about it by Ryan? She questioned, “Is it not the nanny’s?”

“Not Michelle, please. She recently had a split, which is why she got a pixie cut. I haven’t yet faced Ryan. To be honest, I thought that might be an anomaly,” I said. “But then I remembered something else.”

“What?” she questioned, gesturing with the bag.

“I discovered crimson lipstick on his shirt collar the other day. I wasn’t even thinking about it because I was so exhausted. I simply rinsed it off and continued with the washing. However, I can’t stop thinking about it since I discovered the hair.”

Jessica’s expression froze.

“You don’t even wear lipstick, Gwen.” Are you contemplating the same things as me?

I slowly nodded. Trying to lie to myself was no longer worth it.

“I believe he is unfaithful to me. “Aside from the hair and lipstick, Ryan has been tardy at work lately, and it all comes together to form one ugly puzzle,” I remarked.

Gathering the red onions I required, she inquired, “What are you going to do about it?”

Nothing at this time. Ryan’s birthday supper is tomorrow, and while I’m sure you’ll disagree, I don’t want to spoil it just in case.”

I was aware that I was correct. I was aware of my gut feeling, which was that, when I thought about my marriage, everything seemed off.

Ryan and I hadn’t been as close as we had been lately. We didn’t go on as many impromptu dates or dates. I reasoned that we had become preoccupied with our work and that it was just life as it was.

We had disagreements over everything.

When I thought about it one day while sweeping the house, I told myself, “We’re just in a rut.”

“Observe,” Jess murmured. “I know that you must examine everything and reassess the situation, but you must also realise that you cannot allow it to continue continuously. You have two children to consider. Thus, consider them as well.”

I was nervous when I put the finishing touches on the food platters the following day. As the guests began to arrive for the celebration, Ryan’s excitement increased with each ring of the doorbell.

As he made sure that everyone had a drink, he walked around the house exclaiming, “This is going to be so great, honey!”

“Just call me if you need me,” I replied. “I’m just going to get the canapés out.”

My spouse nodded and grinned at me before leaving.

I greeted everyone with a smile on my face and offered them some food nibbles.

Then she was followed inside by Ryan.

“Honey, this is Stacy,” Ryan introduced herself to the woman with red hair next to him. She batted her eyes at him as his hand wrapped around her waist.

Stacy had a radiant grin.

She greeted Gwen, “Hello!” “I’ve heard so much about you.”

I feigned a laugh. I was fuming within. There was no denying the striking similarity in the lipstick and hair.

“Nice to meet you, Stacy,” I murmured, making an effort to hide my grimace. “Make yourself at home.”

I maintained the pretence throughout the celebration by interacting with visitors and keeping a watchful eye on my spouse and Stacy.

Jessica looked up at me from across the room and arched an inquiring eyebrow.

My tiny nod confirmed what she had suspected.

I went up to Stacy later, when Ryan and the smokers were outside.

“So, how do you like working with Ryan?” I enquired.

Stacy smiled and her eyes glowed.

“Oh, it’s wonderful! He’s really come in handy. I also get to spend a lot of time with our boss because I work as his assistant. Jeff recruited me because I needed time away from the kids, even though I’m new to this whole business.”

My drink nearly choked me.

You’re Mr. Anderson’s assistant, right? With his spouse?”

Indeed! “Isn’t it a small world?”

I gave a stiff smile.

“Very small,” I remarked. “Please, come on and take a seat; dinner will be served now.”

Merely serving supper, I had Jessica right on my tail. I was aware that she was curious about everything.

“Not right now,” I replied, passing her a tray of fried chicken wings. “Later, I promise.”

Apart from Ryan and Stacy’s overt flirtation in front of us all, the rest of the evening went down without a hitch.

I got hidden cameras from the hardware store the following morning and put them in our bedroom.

I had told him a falsehood during supper.

“I’m going to stand by Jess, Ryan. She needs me there; Charles just left her,” I lied. “I will be absent for one or two days. I’ll also bring the children.”

Ryan nodded absently, not even considering that Jess and Charles had spent the night with us and were doing fine.

While sipping his coffee, he said, “Sure, take your time, honey.”

We were planning to spend the weekend at Jess’s, so I took the kids there.

Jess added, “Two days without you and the kids,” as she poured me a cup of tea. “Ryan will definitely do something wrong.”

“I understand,” I replied. “He wouldn’t be able to resist anything.”

Reviewing the video was the first thing I did when I got back. And there, on tape, my worst fears were validated.

I scheduled a meeting with Stacy’s husband and got in touch with a lawyer.

“Mr. Anderson,” I called out. It’s Ryan’s wife Gwen. I had to see you right away. privately.”

With obvious perplexity, he asked, “What’s going on?”

“I would prefer to talk about it face-to-face,” I answered.

He said, “I’ll see you in an hour.”

We had decided to meet at a coffee shop, so I brought my laptop there.

With two coffees placed on the table, he was already sat and waiting.

“How are you doing? Is Ryan all right? He’s among my best workers,” he remarked.

I said, “Let me show you something.”

I started playing the video of Stacy and Ryan together.

His voice was strained as he said, “I can’t believe this.” “Thank you for telling me.”

After arriving home, I fed my boys dinner and bided my time until Ryan returned. I showed him the divorce papers the instant he walked in.

“Gwen, what’s this?” Perplexed, he inquired.

“I am aware of you and Stacy,” I remarked icily. “I have proof.”

Ryan collapsed in the kitchen on his knees.

“Gwen, please keep it from Mr. Anderson. Please stay with me. I apologise.

“You entered our bed with a different woman. Better is due to me. Much improved.”

Ryan ultimately lost everything as a result of the divorce. After being let go from his job, he had trouble finding another.

One evening, as I was serving the boys ice cream, he called me and begged me to take him back.

I said, “I don’t want to.” “I’m just done having anything to do with you.”

“I’m worthy of another chance,” he declared. “The boys need their father.”

I let Ryan rant while I put the phone on the kitchen counter.

I was no longer concerned.

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