Overheard My Husband Trashing My Looks—You Won’t Believe the Epic Lesson I Taught Him!

In her free time, Allison chooses to continue being the young person she used to be—a cab driver. However, her friend’s spouse will eventually be her ride. The man asks for a diversion as Allison is driving him to his destination, disclosing his adultery.

Allison then has to choose between protecting her buddy and doing a good job at her work or helping her see the truth.

Although it wasn’t in my retirement plan, operating a taxi at 65 years old became my love. For the most part of my career, I wrote for a women’s column, but ever since I retired, I’ve only written a few pieces each month.

My editor Elena quipped, “Just something to keep the old clogs working,” when I told her I was approaching retirement. “Allison, you don’t have to commit to it. If that is what you would like, the position can be freelance.

But just occasionally write something for us.”
I concurred; furthermore, I had plenty of other things to do with my time.
However, I continued because of the wide road, the sound of the engine, and the tales told by my passengers.

My son Darren questioned me, “Mom, why?” “Really? navigating around others in a driving capacity?”
“You’ll understand the need to do something freeing when you’re older, son,” I said to him. “Let me finish this as soon as I can. And more enjoyable than doing what I love?”

I’ll never forget yesterday since it served as a reminder of how nasty individuals can be.
Jane, one of my regulars, gave me a call the day before. She was a vivacious fifty-five-year-old woman, and we had become friends over the years.

Allison answered the phone, “Hello.” “I need a favour.”
“If it involves those croquettes with the peas that you’re trying to get me to eat, it’s a hard pass,” I laughed. “What do you need?”
“Mike needs a lift to the airport because he is heading out on a trip tomorrow. I don’t want to interfere with the grandchild’s routine because I will be watching her.”

As always, I said, “Sure thing,” willing to help.
I pulled up to their house and waited the following morning. Jane hurried out a few moments later with the baby in her arms and nodded to me, indicating that Mike would be coming outside shortly.

Mike eventually plodded down their front steps, sliding into the back seat with his suitcase following closely behind.
“Good morning,” I said, attempting to sound courteous.

Although we had only met briefly at their Christmas party years ago, I was aware of Mike. I wasn’t sure whether he had even remembered me. I had always thought of him as someone who didn’t give a damn about the next person unless they were important to him.
Jane poured me an eggnog during the party and said, “He’s very closed off.” “But he’s a sweetheart once he lets you in.”

As Mike got comfortable, I said, “Straight to the airport?” and adjusted the rearview mirror.
“Yes, but first, a quick stop to pick someone up,” he said. “I’ll give you instructions. I’ll pay you at the airport; you just need to add it to the itinerary.”
Although it looked strange, I ignored it. Most likely a coworker. Jane had not explained Mike’s departure.

But my stomach wrenched as I drove to the address Mike had given me. As the automobile decelerated, a youthful and attractive woman was standing on the curb, beaming.
Mike’s once-quiet demeanour suddenly gained intensity as he got out of the automobile.
With a “hi, honey,” he drew her into a hug.

The woman snarled, “Finally, you got rid of your old hag!” and let Mike kiss her all over her face. “We’ll at least be able to spend one weekend without her. Tell me again, why aren’t you walking away from her?”
Mike laughed and took up her bag.

“Because the house is in the oldie’s name, Nicole,” he said. “I also need to approach this wisely. Should one of us be disloyal, the other departs with everything. But everything gets divided if we decide to dissolve our marriage amicably.”
She responded, “Yes, you have told me this before,” as she slid into the vehicle. “And I’m not stupid.”

An old hand? Hag? My pal was active and in good shape. This isn’t what she deserved. I was filled with rage.
How could I have let this man off the hook? I mean, could I really just take it easy and take him to the airport?

Was there any chance I could hide this from Jane at all?
Though I wrestled with my feelings, the continuation of their disgusting chat in the backseat ultimately ignited my conscience. In addition, Mike persisted in snatching Nicole whenever he had the chance.
I turned on the radio, thinking the music and their intense focus on one another would make them less aware of the outside world.

Mike looked up twenty minutes later and saw where we were. Returning to the starting point of this entire story.
“What? Why are we in this place?” Mike bellowed from his rear seat.
As he was speaking, I hooted, signalling to Jane to come outside.
“Didn’t you ask me to drive you home?” I said, trying to sound innocent. “You brought up the house repeatedly. It appears that I was wrong.”

Jane left the house at that very time, looking confused. Her look changed to one of amazement and then rage as soon as she noticed Mike and the woman.
Jane yelled, “What is going on here?”
What was the infant doing, I wondered.
“Jane, don’t believe what you see. Nicole will also be travelling with us. “You do realise that I brought her over as a favour, Allison?” he asked.

“Oh, really?” Jane’s voice was shaking with rage. “It doesn’t appear that way. It appears that you cheated on me by seeing this woman!”
Nicole grinned as she sat there.
“Alright, you know now,” she stated. “Mike’s been with me for a few months now.”
Jane glanced back over at Mike, her eyes blazing.
“After everything we’ve been through, you go ahead and do this?” she said.
“Jane, please let me explain,” Mike begged.

Jane cut him off icily, “Save it.” “Get out of my friend’s car and find your own way out of here.”
Jane leaned against the car window and turned to face me.
“Thank you, Al,” the woman uttered. “Thank you for showing me the truth.”
“Anytime, Jane,” I responded. “You deserve better.”
Jane faced Mike once more.
“At the end of the day, I want you gone. I’ll phone the kids and ask them to get your stuff out if you decide to go on your trip. Never forget that you will receive nothing at all from me as a result of your adultery, sweetie.”

“Jane,” Mike begged one again. “Let’s discuss this. This small matter is not significant. Nicole and I have no serious relationship. It was only mildly enjoyable.”
“No,” Jane cut in, her tone definite. “Quit chatting. It’s finished.”
Jane gave me a sorrowful grin and waved as I drove away.

I had no idea that a seemingly ordinary work would escalate into a scandal revealing my friend’s husband’s infidelity to a younger lady. However, I felt relieved that I hadn’t ignored the reality. Jane had to know, and I was happy to have been the one to let her know.

Right now, I’m drafting my column piece while seated at the kitchen table with a bowl of soup beside me. I was going to write a piece about males who cheat right in front of us. Always very obviously hidden under the premise of visiting ailing relatives or travelling on business travels.

It never changes.
How would you have responded in that situation?
Here’s another story for you if you liked this one.
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?
“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.
Up until he disproved my claims.
One of his friends laughed, “Dude, are you still hung up on how Jane looks?”

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.”