“Flirty Waitress Targeted My Husband, But They Didn’t Expect My Epic Payback!”

Waitress Was Flirting with My Husband and He Went along with It – I Taught Them a Good Lesson Later

Jenny and Mark have been wed for eight years, during which time their union has had highs and lows. However, Jenny begins to play along with Mark’s pranks when he openly flirts with another lady in front of her. They are both shocked to learn that Mark is also seeing a third woman when she sets up a supper with the new one.

My sister replied, “I heard you’re single now,” as she fell into the couch next to me and handed me a box of chocolates.

Yes, I replied. “After eight years of being married to Mark, it’s finally over.”

“How? She sipped her tea and questioned, “What happened?”

“It’s either my husband thought that I was very stupid or he chose to be anything but a decent human.”

My marriage ended like this:

I had been married to Mark for eight years. Although there were ups and downs in our relationship, overall it was solid.

We decided not to pursue the possibility of having children in order to devote our time to ourselves, travel, and simply living life to the fullest. However, I couldn’t get rid of the uneasy sensation I was having.

We made the decision to go out to supper one Friday night.

Mark remarked, “Don’t worry about cooking, Jenny.” “Let’s just go out and live a little.”

A young waitress approached our table as we were being seated, beaming broadly and staring at my husband.

“Good night! “Hi, I’m Gemma. I’ll be looking after you tonight,” she remarked in an overly happy tone.

Mark greeted Gemma with a cheery, “Nice to meet you.” “We’ll open a bottle of your finest red wine to begin our evening. And I’m excited about you looking after us.”

I might have thrown up. This was not the Mark that I knew.

“This is your wine,” Gemma remarked, coming back holding the cork.

As she poured, she leaned in a bit too near, her arm grazing Mark’s as a flush spread across his cheeks.

He looked to be enjoying the attention.

She inquired, fluttering her eyelashes at Mark and obligingly disregarding my presence, “Are you ready to order?”

Mark placed our dinner order and took up his phone as soon as she was gone.

“Aren’t we going to talk?” As I poured my own wine, I questioned him, because Gemma hadn’t bothered to do her duty.

He declared, “We don’t need to.” “Everything is fine, isn’t it?”

My spouse did not see my grimace, if he saw it at all. Mark was sitting with his serviette in his lap when Gemma came back with our dinners.

She emphasised the sounds in her speech, “I made sure your chicken was extra spicy.”

That seems sufficient, I answered.

“It’s quite enjoyable, my dear,” Mark remarked, giving the waiter a wink. “Nothing’s wrong with having a bit of a flirt.”

I observed Gemma hovering around our table during the meal, always prepared to refill Mark’s water or wine glass before it was empty.

She said, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

Mark took her arm and asked, “Just your recommendation for the best dessert here.”

Gemma gave a big chuckle.

“I’ll give my favourite to you. Additionally, it’s free.”

There was only one cheesecake piece on the table when it came time for dessert.

But things took a bizarre turn.

When I observed him subtly give her his phone number on a serviette, my heart fell.

“What the hell, Mark?” In the car, I asked him.

“Jenny, calm down,” he urged. “It’s not like she’s going to use it.”

Once Mark had gone to sleep that evening, I looked at his phone. As expected, Gemma had left messages. Of course, they were teasing one other in a flirtatious way.

They even planned a quick meeting. She mentioned that she was off the following night.

“Not on my watch,” I told myself.

I pretended to be my spouse and wrote Gemma a message the following day. I told her I was very looking forward to seeing her again and asked her out to dinner at the same place.

When I called Mark’s mother later, I said, “Hello, Sheila.” “I just want to celebrate Mark’s promotion at work,” the speaker said. Let’s pull off a surprise tonight, shall we?

“Of course, darling!” Sheila cried out over the phone. “Just give me the details, and we’ll be there.”

I told Mark’s sister and brother the identical tale. I had no intention of giving up easily.

Upon reflection, I realised that the thing that hurt my heart the most was the contempt. Mark entertained another woman in front of me without any apparent hesitation or problems. He showed no concern for my emotions.

And he’d shrugged off my attempts to discuss it.

“How many other women have there been?” In the mirror, I asked myself. “This man is sick.”

I had Mark’s family scheduled, but still, I wanted more.

I called the restaurant and asked for the manager in order to make the biggest possible impression.

I said, “Mr. Jenson,” as the man answered the phone. “I must file an official complaint regarding one of your workers. She has only brought disgrace to your establishment.”

“What?” he questioned, looking puzzled. “Tell me who it is, and I’ll fix this immediately.”

I told him my scheme, and he consented to watch the big reveal that evening.

When nightfall finally arrived, I got really fancy.

As I was getting dressed, I told myself, “It’s going to be wasted on him.” “But it’s about the satisfaction of it all.”

I was careful to go to the restaurant early. Mark had already departed to watch sports at his friend’s house.

The only thing I hoped not to occur was any daytime communication between Mark and Gemma.

However, I didn’t need to worry about that because Gemma was already there, waiting for her date with an anxious but excited look on her face.

I noticed Mark’s family, unaware of anything going on, sitting at a table near Gemma.

Gemma, hello,” I said. “My name is Mark’s spouse. I take it that you and my spouse are going on a date?

Stupidly, she said, “I didn’t know that he was married.” “I thought that you were friends or siblings because you barely spoke to each other.”

“Obviously not,” I answered. However, we are wed. This is Mark’s family as well.”

I pointed to Mark’s family’s table, who were listening intently to everything I said.

“I wanted everyone to see the kind of man Mark has grown into. He made eye contact with this woman in front of me and struck up a conversation with her after we exited the restaurant. This is how much he respects our union and our family.”

Sheila gave a loud gasp.

With a “my goodness,” she spoke. “Mark would never!”

The restaurant manager, Mr. Jenson, came around the corner at that very time.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, glancing at Gemma with narrowed eyes. “Why are you here on your night off?”

“She’s here on a supposed date with my husband,” I replied. “This is the type of behaviour that your staff engages in.”

He questioned, “Gemma, is this true?”

Gemma’s fantasy night vanished as she stammered and flushed.

“I didn’t realise he was married,” she told her supervisor once more.

Sheila gasped again at that moment.

“Darling,” she said. “Tell me it’s not true what Jenny said. and that this is our attendance at your promotion dinner.”

It completely stunned me. Wearing sweatpants, Mark had left the house, saying he was heading to a friend’s place. However, there he stood, attired and prepared to greet… Gemma?

He looked at another woman who was waiting for him alone and said, “What’s going on?”

“Really, Mark?” I enquired. “An additional female? Not even your server, did you?”

Gemma pulled back her chair and dashed to the loo, her sneakers banging on the wood floorboards.

“Enough is enough for me. You’ve gone too far, and the world now knows the reality,” I remarked, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.

“Jenny, please, let’s just have a private conversation about this.” Come with me home.”

“There’s nothing at all to discuss! You showed disdain for our union. You can now deal with the repercussions.”

Helen, my sister-in-law, came up to me before I could go. “Jenny, please wait,” she said. Are you certain of this? It’s a lot to process.”

“Yes,” I firmly said. “I’ve previously given Mark chances. This was the tipping point.”

I left the restaurant by myself and took my car home.

My sister suddenly realised the significance of the story and questioned, “So, you planned a dinner with the waitress, but he was actually there with another woman?”

Yes, I replied. “I was unsure of whether I felt stupid or free. It was the very last thing I required before deciding to end my marriage.”

She questioned, “Now what?”

“Now, I make sure that when the divorce papers are ready, that they clearly say that Mark will leave with absolutely nothing.”

Though it has been fictionalised for artistic purposes, this work draws inspiration from actual individuals and events. For reasons of privacy protection and story improvement, names, characters, and details have been changed. Any likeness to real people, alive or dead, or real events is entirely accidental and not the author’s intention.

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