My Wife Takes Care of the House While I’m Here with You, My Love

My wife takes care of the house while Im here with you, my love.
An unknown number called, and I heard my husbands voice say: “My wife is cooking and scrubbing the loo while Im here with you, darling.”

When my husband told me he had to attend a work party, I didnt suspect a thing. But then came the call that froze me in place. What I heard on the phone sent me grabbing my car keysready to confront him and, by morning, pack his bags.

After ten years of marriage, I thought I knew James like the back of my hand. But last week, I learned that not even a decade together shields you from betrayalor the quiet pleasure of karma striking at just the right moment.

It started innocently enough.

On Thursday evening, James strolled through the door humming, an unusual energy in his step.

“Brilliant news!” he announced. “Tomorrow night, the companys throwing a do. Employees only.”

He kissed my forehead and dropped his briefcase on the floor.

“Bound to be dullno need for you to tag along. Just a lot of shop talk and spreadsheets.”

I raised an eyebrow.

James had never been one for parties. His idea of fun was watching golf on telly. But I shrugged.

“Fine by me,” I said, already thinking of the next days chores.

The following morning, he was sweeter than usual. Too sweet.

As I fixed breakfast, he sidled up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and whispered:

“You know youre brilliant, dont you?”

I laughed. “Whats got into you? Trying to score points?”

“Maybe,” he replied, handing me his favourite white shirtthe one with that annoyingly loose button.

“Could you iron this for me? Oh, and while Im out, how about making my favourite lasagne? Extra cheese. You know how I like it.”

“Anything else, your highness?” I teased.

“Actually yes,” he grinned. “Could you clean the loo? You know I like everything spotless. Never know when we might have guests”

I rolled my eyes but chuckled.

James had his quirks, and though his requests bordered on diva-like, I didnt think much of it. If only Id known

That day, I threw myself into housework.

The hoover roared, the washing machine spun, and the house filled with the scent of lasagne. My cleaning playlist hummed in the background, and for a moment, life felt normal.

Then, the phone rang.

Unknown number.

I nearly ignored it, but something made me answer.

“Hello?”

At first, just loud music and muffled laughter. I frowned, thinking it a prank.

Then, I heard James voice.

“My wife?” he said, laughing. “Shes probably cooking or scrubbing the loo. So predictable. And here I am, with you, darling.”

A woman giggled in the background.

My stomach lurched.

I stood frozen, the phone glued to my ear as my world tilted.

The call dropped.

Seconds later, a message appearedjust an address.

No explanation. Just the location.

I stared at the screen, heart hammering.

Maybe a mistake. A joke. But deep down, I knew it wasnt.

I didnt cry. Not yet.

Instead, I grabbed my coat, snatched the keys, and drove straight to the address.

The lasagne could wait.

James was about to get the shock of his life.

The GPS led me to a swanky Airbnb across town.

The place was enormous, with gleaming windows and a pristine garden. Outside the garage, a lineup of flash cars. Through the glass doors, people laughed, drank, lived it up.

My stomach twisted at familiar faces.

Whod be more stunnedJames or me? I was about to find out.

As I neared the entrance, a bouncer appeared.

“Can I help you, madam?”

I forced a smile. “Yes, just dropping something off for my husband.”

The bouncer eyed me skeptically, especially when he noticed the cleaning bucket in my handinside, a toilet brush and a bottle of bleach.

“Tall bloke, white shirt,” I said, voice steady.

He hesitated but, deciding I wasnt a threat, stepped aside.

The moment I entered, every head turned.

And there he was.

James, centre of the room, arm slung around a woman in a tight red dress.

He looked more alive than he had in years, laughing, sipping champagne, as if nothing mattered.

My chest tightened.

Every part of me wanted to lunge at him, but a voice whispered: “Be smarter. Make it count.”

James saw me.

The colour drained from his face. He choked on his drink and stumbled back.

“Emily?” he stammered, peeling away from the woman. “Whatwhat are you doing here?”

“Hello, darling,” I said, loud enough for all to hear. “You forgot something at home.”

James blinked, baffled.

I lifted the bucket, showing off the toilet brush and bleach.

“Since you love talking about my cleaning skills, thought you might need these to tidy up the mess youve made of our marriage.”

A ripple of gasps ran through the crowd.

The woman in red inched away, uncomfortable.

But I wasnt done.

“See,” I told the room, “James likes to play the devoted husband at home. But as you can see, hed rather play house with whoever strokes his ego.”

“Emily, please,” James pleaded. “Lets talk outside.”

“Oh, now you want privacy?” I shot back. “Where was that concern when you were mocking me behind my back?”

I turned to the crowd.

“Enjoy the party. And rememberonce a cheat, always a cheat.”

With that, I hurled the bucket at his feet and strode out, my heels clicking on the marble.

Back in the car, my phone rang again.

Same unknown number.

The message read:

“You deserved the truth. Sorry it had to happen like this.”

My hands shook as I dialled the number.

A woman answered.

“Hello?”

“Who is this?” I asked.

“My names Sophie,” she said after a pause. “I work with James.”

“Why did you do this?”

“Because someone had to,” she sighed. “Ive watched him lie and scheme for months. It made me sick. You didnt deserve that.”

I swallowed hard.

“I had a friend call you so you could hear for yourself. You needed to know.”

I closed my eyes for a second.

I didnt feel anger. I felt gratitude.

The next morning, James found his suitcases by the door.

When he tried to come in, the locks had been changed.

I dont knowor carewhere he spent the night.

On his phone, my only message:

“Enjoy.”

And for the first time in years, I smiled.

Not out of revenge.

But because, at last, my life was back in my hands.