My Secret Plot: Sending Flowers to My Husband’s Lover Was Just the Beginning

I Secretly Sent Flowers and Lingerie to My Husband’s Lover Pretending They Were from Him – If Only They Knew It Was a Trap

After ten years of marriage, I never would have thought that I would be waiting to expose my husband’s guilt. However, when his affair was exposed through late-night texts and evasive actions, I knew exactly how to transform his betrayal into a night he and his mistress would never forget.

After ten years of marriage, I never thought I would be hiding in the shadows, hatching the ideal retaliation. However, it’s funny how life can surprise you.

I would describe Mark and I as having a strong marriage. Despite our ups and downs, I felt that we were a solid team as a whole. That is, until the course of events began to shift.

I would jokingly say, “Hey, Mark,” observing his sudden enthusiasm for exercising. “You hitting the gym a lot these days?”

He would grin, hardly taking his eyes off his phone. “Yeah, just attempting to maintain my physical condition. At work, you have to keep up with the younger guys.”

I would have laughed it off, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. The new cologne then appeared. It smelled so expensive and sharp compared to what he typically wore.

“New cologne?” One morning as we were getting ready for the day, I made a comment.

Mark gave a sheepish smile. “thought a change was overdue. Jodie, do you like it?

I forced a smile and nodded. “It’s nice, different.”

It was more than the cologne, though. He began doing something with his teeth that he had never done before: teeth whitening.

One night, I made fun of Mark by saying, “Wow, your teeth are really white lately.”

He gave me a cheery smile. “Gotta keep up appearances, right?”

And then the texts came in late at night. Mark would be lounging on the couch, the illumination of his phone casting a shadow over his face. With silent laughter, he would tap his fingers on the screen.

“What’s so funny?” Trying to keep my tone light, I would ask.

He would hastily respond, “Oh, nothing,” and then lock his phone. “Just a few work-related things. You wouldn’t be eager to learn.

Something was off, my instinct was telling me loud and clear. You can tell when something is wrong when you’ve been married for as long as we did. However, I was unwilling to accept it. I wanted to believe that this was a passing phase, perhaps a midlife crisis, and to trust him. Nevertheless, I began to focus more intently.

Mark was texting on the couch one evening, as usual. I cast a sidelong glance, seeming to search for the TV remote control. I saw it at that point. “Can’t wait to see you tonight, Jess,” was written in the message.

My heart fell. Jessie? Jess was a person who? As I tried to piece it together, my mind raced, but I realized I needed more than a name. I required evidence. I needed to be certain before going up against him. I didn’t want him to make some weak justification to get out of there.

I waited until Mark departed for work the following day. I then began to dig. It wasn’t too lengthy. Mark had no talent at hiding things. I discovered that Jess stood for Jessica, and that she was significantly younger—possibly in her early twenties.

She worked, of course, at a local gym. It stung more the more I learned. Not only was Mark lying, but he was also acting like a cute little Romeo. Jessica, too? She appeared enamored, perhaps believing she had discovered her true love.

I began to consider what delighted Mark the most: surprises. He enjoyed bringing me flowers or romantic dinners out of the blue. I was determined to give him a surprise he would never forget this time.

I sent Jessica a small present first. It was a gorgeous package that appeared to have come from a high-end store, and it was wrapped with a large red bow. It wasn’t fancy inside, though. No, what I found inside was the most garish underwear. Imagine something that would make anyone cringe—neon green with lace everywhere. I put a message with it that said, “Wear this for our date. Thrilled to have you in it. Greetings, Mark.

I could just picture Jessica’s reaction upon opening the package, believing Mark had sent her something particularly meaningful. I imagined her putting it on and questioning whether this was truly to his taste. I smiled at the concept. This was only the start. Neither Jessica nor Mark knew what lay ahead of them.

And I wanted it just that way.

I understood that convincing Mark that I was indeed heading out of town was essential to my plan. I brought it up in passing at supper.

“By the way, Mark,” I replied in a lighthearted tone, “I have to leave town for a few days.” a few large client meetings. Tomorrow, I’m going to depart.”

Trying to hide the thrill in his eyes, Mark looked up. “Next week? “How much time will you be away?”

“Until Friday,” I answered, keeping a tight eye on him.

With a little smile pulling at his lips, he nodded. “I’ll miss you.”

“Miss you too,” I forced a smile and added.

I made sure Mark saw me stuffing a suitcase with just enough clothes to make it look authentic that evening. I even used my phone to book a fictitious flight, allowing him to see the confirmation. I said him farewell at the door the following morning.

“Safe travels,” he said, hardly concealing his excitement.

“I appreciate it,” I said, my heart racing with excitement.

I made a reservation at a local hotel rather than heading to the airport. I paced all day because I was so tense. This was the point at which everything would finally fit together. I parked my automobile across the street from our house as dusk was drawing near so I could observe covertly. I was certain that Mark would promptly extend an invitation to Jessica.

I watched Jessica’s automobile arrive as the sun was setting. She emerged with her clothing clinging to her in all the appropriate places, looking a little frightened but eager. When she approached the door, Mark smiled warmly to welcome her. They kissed for a moment and were gone inside.

I snuck up on the home and positioned myself so that I could peer into the dining area. There were candles and champagne on the table—very Mark. Sitting close together, they seemed carefree as they laughed and conversed. I observed Mark pouring her a glass of wine while his hand lingered overly on hers.

“To us,” he lifted his glass in response.

“To us,” Jessica said with admiration in her voice.

With smiles on their faces, they clinked glasses and sipped their wine. My stomach turned at the scene, but I didn’t stop watching. They went to the living room after supper and curled up on the couch. Mark moved near to Jessica and whispered something that made her laugh.

“Pardon me for a moment,” abruptly remarked Jessica as she got to her feet. “I’ll be right back.”

I knew what was about to happen. Swiftly making my way to the back of the home, I entered through the kitchen entrance. Jessica was changing into the underwear I had sent her, and I could hear her in the bathroom. I positioned myself just out of sight in the corridor.

Jessica appeared a minute later, still sporting the fluorescent green underwear. Posing, her face full of expectation, she struck a pose.

In an attempt to seem alluring, she cried out, “Mark, what do you think?”

When Mark turned to face her, his response was just what I had hoped for. Disgust distorted his face.

He said, “What the hell are you wearing?”

Jessica smiled nervously. “I thought… didn’t you send this to me?”

Mark became irritated and flushed. “You appear silly! What is this? A joke of some sort?”

Jessica looked at him, bewildered. “However, you advised me to wear it! You mentioned how excited you were to see me wear it.”

“I would never send you something like that!” Mark yelled. “You look like a clown!”

Jessica’s confidence crumbled as her face creased. “But… Mark, I—”

That’s when I entered the space. Saying, “Surprise,” my voice broke the tension.

Mark and Jessica looked at me, stunned expressions on their faces. Jessica stood there in the obscene underwear, appearing like a deer stuck in headlights, as Mark’s mouth hung wide.

“What’s going on here?” With a nice tone, I asked.

“This… this isn’t what it looks like,” stumbled Mark.

“Oh, I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” I responded.

Jessica said, “He sent this to me,” still holding onto a glimmer of hope. He expressed his want to see me in it.”

I looked up at her, my face getting softer. “Oh, my dear, that wasn’t sent to you by him. Yes, I did.

Jessica’s eyes grew wide when she realized the reality. Her face was devoid of color as she glanced at me, Mark, and then back to me.

“You did this, really?” she muttered.

“Yes,” I replied in a firm voice. “I wanted to make sure you both understood exactly what you’ve been playing with.”

As he saw how serious things were, Mark attempted to take a step back. He said, “I can explain,” without thinking. “This isn’t what it seems.”

“Oh, it’s exactly what it seems,” I answered icily. “And now, it’s over.”

Embarrassed, Jessica bounded out the room. Desperate, Mark turned to face me and went on his knees. He pleaded, “Please,” “Don’t do this.”

“Pack your things and get out,” I said. After glancing at me, Mark walked upstairs to begin packing. I felt a peculiar calmness come over me as I watched him go. I was prepared to move on now that it was ended.