My Husband Cheated with My Boss’s Wife—The Next Day, My Boss Dropped a Devastating Bombshell on Me

My Husband Cheated on Me with My Boss’s Wife — The Next Day My Boss Came to Me with a Harsh Suggestion

Denise’s world falls apart when she discovers her husband at a party in a compromising situation with her boss’s wife. She confronts her husband after feeling betrayed and heartbroken, only to be ejected from her own house. Her boss arrives the following day with an unexpected proposal. Does Denise accept the offer?

That evening, as soon as we entered my boss Richard’s estate, I should have known something was off. In my little black dress that I had saved up for, I felt uncomfortable, but my husband Eric seemed completely comfortable. Too comfortable, come to think of it.

“Stick with me tonight, okay?” As we entered, I put my arm in his and asked him.

He nodded, but his gaze was already straying as if he were looking for someone or something that I was blind to.

The first hour or so was a haze of champagne glasses and polite conversation. At some point, I thought Eric was just getting another drink or talking to someone when I lost sight of him. However, after a long period of not seeing him, I started to feel knotted in my stomach.

That’s how Richard came across me.

“Denise, have you seen Vanessa?” Despite the casual tone of his remarks, there was a tightness around his eyes. His wife, Vanessa, was a confident, well-mannered woman.

With a shaking motion, the knot in my stomach became more twisted. “No, I haven’t. Eric, have you seen him?”

We looked at each other then, sharing a quiet understanding that something wasn’t quite right. We both began looking without saying anything more.

As I moved through room after room and hallway after hallway, my heart continued to pound in my ears. I believe I already knew when we eventually made it to the attic door.

With a creak, the door opened, revealing them. Eric and Vanessa, entwined as if they could never be near enough. We were completely ignored until I let out a gasp.

Eric’s countenance… God, I will always remember it. He appeared as though he was ready to stutter some pitiful justification, like to a deer caught in headlights, but he remained silent. Vanessa, on the other hand, appeared bored, more like she had been caught up in an inconvenience than a catastrophic event.

I was unable to stay there. Richard was motionless next to me, but I was unable to look at him or at them.

I pivoted and proceeded, each stride becoming increasingly burdensome. I was unable to stop my entire universe from collapsing; all I could do was keep moving forward and try not to collapse.

I thought I might cry when I came home. However, I didn’t. The treachery had gutted me out, leaving me numb. Not long after I entered, Eric did as well, and I waited for him to say something, anything to explain what I had witnessed.

“Why, Eric?” I could hardly speak above a whisper, but I did my best. “Why her? Why right now?

He simply remained there at first, acting as though he had been injured. When he finally turned to face me, his eyes were the coldest I had ever seen. Is it really that important? Denise, it’s finished. And you ought to go.”

I blinked, attempting to take in what he had said. “Go? Eric, this is our house.”

“No,” he replied, his tone matching his expression’s flatness. “This is the home of my granny. Here, you have nothing to claim. You ought to leave. Vanessa will arrive shortly.”

I felt as though he was giving me the last blow after a night full of blows.

I managed to fit as little as possible into a suitcase and stayed at a run-down motel on the outskirts of town. The walls were paper-thin, the bed was uncomfortable, and the lights flickered every time I turned them on.

The knock came as I was barely holding it together, trying to figure out what the hell to do next. For a brief moment, after midnight, I believed I was hallucinating. However, it reappeared, this time with more volume.

My throat was invaded by my heart. At this hour, who in the world would be at my door?

“Denise, it’s me,” a voice called out from behind them.

I became motionless. Richard? Why was he in this place?

When I opened the door, he was standing there looking like he had just stepped out of a heist film. But what drew my interest wasn’t his attire.

It was the tired yet somewhat different look on his face. Mischief perhaps. or insane. It was something, and it made me shiver.

“Richard, what the —” I began, but he interrupted, shoving past me into the room as if he was the owner.

“Denise, you look like hell.” He threw a bag onto the bed and gave me a sidelong glance, as though he thought I might start screaming or hurling objects. “Which is understandable, given the circumstances.”

With a groan, I shut the door after him. “Why are you in this place? Richard, it’s late. What’s in the bag, and…?”

Ignoring my question, he looked around the gloomy motel room. “This place is a dump,” he remarked, scrunching up his nose. This isn’t where you can stay forever.”

“It’s not like I have a lot of options right now.”

Richard’s gaze softened as he turned to face me. “I apologize, Denise. I didn’t intend to worsen your situation.” After taking a breath, he laughed softly and mockingly. “To be honest, I came here to cheer you up. or at least allow you the opportunity.”

I arched an eyebrow, uncertain about his intended meaning. “And how exactly are you planning to do that?”

My stomach dropped when I saw what was inside the bag once he had unzipped it.

Rats. They were wriggling around in cages by the dozen. I immediately wanted to back out, but Richard just smiled like this was the most commonplace thing ever.

“Richard, what are you planning to do with those?”

At last, he raised his head to face me, his eyes shining with that same sly brightness. “You and I both understand that what Eric and Vanessa did cannot be undone. But we can at least have a little fun, right?” he hesitated, a cunning smirk playing on his lips.

Enjoyable. At that moment, that term seemed so odd, so foreign. I looked at him, not sure what he was getting at. Upon realizing at last, I was unsure of how to react—laughing or screaming.

I slowly said, “You want revenge,” the words harsh on my mouth.

Richard gave a shrug. “Call it justice, call it revenge. All I know is that they ought to be compensated for their actions. Additionally, Denise, you ought to regain some of your authority.”

As I gazed upon the rats, my thoughts were racing. I was not the type of person who engaged in such behavior. But then I remembered Vanessa’s bored face when we caught them together, and Eric’s icy eyes as he urged me to leave.

A combination of pain and rage constricted in my chest, too much for me to bear.

“You still have the key to the house?” Quietly, Richard asked, his voice luring me from my reverie.

With my heart racing, I nodded. Yes. Yes, I do.

It was a calm drive to the house. With his unreadable expression, Richard sat beside me, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. I couldn’t stop thinking about how one night may completely change my life in ways I could never have predicted.

And here I was, with a bag full of rats, prepared to break into my own house — no, mine no more. It was like an unsettling nightmare from which I was unable to awaken.

I paused when we pulled up to the house.

Richard, though, had already exited the vehicle and was waiting for me to open the door. It took me three tries to insert the key into the lock because my hands were shaking so much.

I entered the house with a wash of familiar aroma wafting from behind the creaking door. Recollections came flooding back, but I pushed them away. Now was not the moment to lose it.

“Upstairs,” Richard urged me to move forward in a whisper. “They’ll be asleep.”

With our weight shifting the wood, we slithered up the stairs. I stopped when we got to the bedroom door. They weren’t aware of what was going to happen, but I could hear them breathing inside. It caused my blood to boil.

Richard whispered, “Go ahead,” and handed the bag to me. His eyes had grown serious and black. We had intended to carry out this plan.

With shaking fingers, I opened the bag and carefully flipped it over, allowing the rats to fall to the ground. They crept away into the darkness and vanished into the space.

Richard took hold of my arm and we quickly made our way back into the car, out the door, and down the stairs. There was a tense stillness between us as we sat there. Then we heard the first cry, very faintly.

Vanessa’s terrified, high-pitched voice cut through the darkness. Eric’s irate and perplexed screams trailed. Richard then burst out laughing. It was more than a chuckle, it was uncontrollably loud laughing.

I have to admit that I couldn’t resist giggling. The sound of their fright and fear broke the tension of that terrible night, almost like a release.

Finally, we both calmed down, and Richard turned to face me, beaming. “How about we have breakfast? There’s a 24-hour diner in the area.”

“Breakfast?” While catching my breath, I repeated. After what we’d just done, it sounded so natural. But I needed to be normal. Something to help me feel grounded and less crazy about all of this.

“Yes,” I answered, astonishment at the steadiness in my voice. “And Richard, you know what? We’re going on a proper date in two days. A true one, devoid of any rats.”

He arched an eyebrow and smiled slowly. “It’s a date.”