Want My Husband? He’s Yours!” Said the Wife with a Smile to the Mysterious Woman at Her Door.

“Want my husband? He’s yours!” said the wife with a smile, addressing the unfamiliar woman at her door.

“Hold on, Emma! Someones at the door. Ill call you back once I see who it is,” said Olivia reluctantly, ending her phone call with her childhood friend. Emma had been recounting, in hilarious detail, her mother-in-laws birthday party, and Olivia had been laughing nonstop, as if watching a comedy show.

Olivia headed to the door, glanced through the peephole, and froze in surprise. Shed expected a neighbourstrangers rarely got past the secure entry of their building. But standing outside was a young woman with an odd demeanour, someone Olivia had never seen before.

She decided not to open the doorbetter to avoid interactions with strangers, especially in these times full of scams. Olivia had a firm rule: no conversations with unknown people. Con artists preyed on the gullible, but Olivia wasnt one of them.

She lifted her phone to resume her chat with Emma, but the doorbell rang again. The woman outside was persistent, convinced someone was home and determined to get an answer.

Olivia was alone; her husband, James, had gone to help a friend with some garden work. She turned back to the door and peered through the peephole again, studying the stranger more closely.

There was something unsettling yet pitiable about her, but Olivia sensed no danger.

“Whats the worst that could happen if I open the door and tell her to leave? Then I can get back to my weekend in peace,” Olivia thought. “Shes probably lost or trying to sell me something useless.”

Resolved, she opened the door. The woman in the hallway straightened up immediately, nervously adjusting her hair before speaking.

“Hello! Are you Olivia?” she asked, fiddling with her scarf. “Well, of course you arewhy even ask?”

“Interesting,” Olivia mused. “Scammers are getting sophisticated these days. She even knows my name.”

“Who are you, and what do you want? Youve been standing here for five minutes. I didnt invite you, so say what you need to say or leave!” Olivia said firmly.

“Is James home?” the stranger asked, catching Olivia off guard.

“Well, now were getting somewhere,” Olivia thought, suspicion rising. “She knows my husbands name too. Definitely prepared.”

“Are you here for James?” Olivia asked, though shed meant to say something entirely different.

“No, I came to speak with you. But if James is home, itll make things harder for me,” the woman replied with casual bluntness.

“Harder for you? Whats going on?” Olivia wondered, growing more curious.

“Hes not here. What do you want?”

“Maybe we should step inside. Its awkward discussing this in the hallway,” the woman suggested, bolder now.

“Absolutely not! I dont know you, and I dont let strangers into my home. Say what you need to and make it quick,” Olivia snapped.

“You really want to discuss the intimate details of my relationship with James out here, where the neighbours can hear?” the woman countered with a mocking smile.

“What? What relationship?” Olivia exclaimed, louder than shed intended.

“Olivia, is everything alright? Why are you shouting?” asked Mrs. Thompson, their neighbour from across the hall, who had just stepped out of the lift.

“Oh, hello, Mrs. Thompson! Everythings fine. Lovely weather, isnt it?” Olivia tried to deflect.

“Looks like rain later,” Mrs. Thompson replied, though she lingered, clearly intrigued by the scene.

“Come in,” Olivia muttered reluctantly, motioning for the woman to enter.

Once inside, the stranger glanced around the flat with interest, her gaze lingering on various objects.

“Youve got five minutes. Talk,” Olivia said, blocking her from moving further into the living room. “This isnt a museum.”

“My names Sophie,” the woman began, removing her scarf and coat. “James and I are in love.”

“Oh, how original! Couldnt you come up with something better?” Olivia interrupted with a sarcastic smirk.

“Whats unoriginal about it? People fall in loveit happens. Youre not the first wife whose husband left,” Sophie shot back confidently, trying to sidestep Olivia.

“And youre sure he doesnt love me anymore but loves you instead?” Olivia asked, still smirking.

“Absolutely. Otherwise, I wouldnt be here,” Sophie declared boldly.

“Well, the problem is, my husband doesnt love anyone. He doesnt know how. So youre mistaken, dear,” Olivia said calmly.

Sophie opened her mouth to argue, but just then, the door opened, and James walked in

James paused, startled to find a stranger in their hallway.

“Sophie? What are you doing here on a Saturday? Is this work-related?” he asked, baffled.

“No, shes here for you,” Olivia said, relishing the moment.

“For me? What do you mean? Did something happen at the office?” James pressed, growing more confused.

“No, darling. Shes come to take you away from me. Permanently,” Olivia replied with an amused grin.

Sophie, flustered, quickly grabbed her coat and retreated toward the door.

“Leaving already? What about James? Didnt you come for him? Honestly, Id be more than happy to hand him over,” Olivia teased.

But Sophie was already out the door without another word.

“What on earth was all that about?” James asked, utterly bewildered.

“You tell me! Why did this bold woman show up demanding a divorce and claiming youd move in with her?” Olivia countered, arms crossed.

“Are you serious?” James replied, looking genuinely shocked. “I havent the faintest clue. Shes been acting strange at work, but I never gave her any reason. Im sick of this nonsense. I promised you, remember?”

“Good. Because you know me, JamesI dont tolerate this sort of thing. But seriously, some women these days will go to any lengths to fix their messy lives,” Olivia said, shaking her head.

James kicked off his shoes and headed to the kitchen, while Olivia stood lost in thought for a moment. She vowed not to let such incidents disturb the peace of their home. Unintentionally, she smiled at how poorly executed Sophies entire “plan” had been.

One thing was clearno matter what others tried, their marriage was stronger than anyone could imagine. True love isnt shaken by petty schemes; it stands firm, unbroken by the foolishness of strangers.