Victoria’s world turned upside down when she uncovered her husband’s affair, sparking a cunning plan of revenge. Little did she know, her journey of retribution would weave a tale of unexpected alliances and personal transformation, all hidden beneath the guise of a simple gym membership.
Let me take you through a whirlwind of emotions, strategy, and a touch of sweet, sweet revenge that unfolded over the past few months. It’s a tale that might seem straight out of a soap opera, yet every word of it is my lived experience.
It all started when I, Victoria, a 31-year-old woman, discovered my husband Aaron’s infidelity. It was almost laughable how cliché his affair was — with Monica, a trainer at his gym.
The irony didn’t escape me. Aaron, who wouldn’t miss a night with his beloved beers for the world, suddenly became a fitness fanatic, boasting seven workouts a week as if preparing for the Olympics.
My suspicions led me to follow him one day, only to have them confirmed in the most heart-wrenching way possible: a kiss with Monica in the gym’s parking lot. It felt like a punch to the gut.
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I needed to know more, so I did what any self-respecting woman would do: I snooped through my husband’s phone one night. The messages between him and his mistress were a slap in the face. She knew he was married and didn’t care.
“I hope your wife doesn’t find out. We have a strict policy about keeping our distance from clients and I don’t want any problems at work. But hey, I love you.”
“I’m waiting for you, sweetheart. How long will it take you to get here?”
“How about we dine at our favorite restaurant after today’s workout? They’ve got some of the most delicious recipes on their lunch menu, and all of them are zero carbs, gluten-free.”
I barely got through three or four messages and felt so disgusted that I couldn’t go on any longer. Aaron was in the washroom and I didn’t want him to suspect anything. So I took a deep breath, put the phone on the side table, and went to bed, pretending to be asleep.
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Of course, I stayed up all night because I was furious. More than anything, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and confront my husband. But I knew he would deny it to my face. So I concocted a plan.
After Aaron left for work the next morning, I headed straight to the gym, eager to confront Monica and tell her boss her dirty little secret. It sounded like an excellent revenge plan, short and sweet.
But this is where the story gets even more exciting, with a crazy plot twist that even I didn’t see coming.
When I walked into that gym, Monica greeted me with a smile so bright, it could blind me.
“Hello. How are you doing? Are you here looking for a personal trainer?”
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It turned out, she was completely oblivious to my existence. The opportunity was too delicious to pass up.
As much as I wanted to interrupt her, dropping the bombshell that I wasn’t just any client looking to get in shape but her lover’s wife, I knew I had to stop myself. So instead of causing a scene, I simply played along.
“Yes,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m looking for a personal trainer.”
Monica beamed, clearly pleased to have a new client. Using a fake name, I booked my first session with her. As I left the gym that day, I couldn’t help but smirk. If only she knew who I was or what I was plotting.
Fast forward three months, and our relationship had blossomed into what one might call a “friendship.” We shopped and shared countless coffees, and through it all, my body transformed, becoming a testament to my newfound strength — both physical and emotional.
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Aaron’s growing fascination with my transformation — both my physical changes and the spark of a new me — ignited his curiosity and suspicion, especially about my mentions of a mysterious new friend.
This led him to unintentionally distance himself from Monica, his mistress. Not the main goal of my plan but a satisfying outcome. It gave Monica more free time, which she spent with me, deepening our “friendship,” unknowingly setting the stage for my ultimate revenge.
“Hey, Vic. How do you feel about dinner? At our favorite restaurant, of course. I’ll be home by six so the two of us can enjoy some good food and romantic time. Hmm?” Aaron’s dinner offer sounded more like a desperate request as he gently stroked my hair.
“I would love to, but I have to meet my friend. It’s important and I can’t go back on my promise. Maybe some other time,” I smiled, taking my handbag and heading for the door, trying not to chuckle seeing the confusion on Aaron’s face.
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As I left the house that day, I knew it was time to set in motion my final plan. So I grabbed my phone and dialed Monica’s number, inviting her to an upscale restaurant to celebrate our friendship with a special dinner.
I texted Aaron right after calling Monica, telling him I was in an emergency and needed him to come as soon as possible.
At the dinner table, Monica was all smiles, ready to toast to our newfound companionship when something mind-boggling happened. Before she could say a word, my husband walked in, dumbfounded to see us together.
“Vic? Monica? What are you doing here? Do you know each other?” The look of sheer panic on Aaron’s face was a sight to behold.
Clad in a stunning red dress that accentuated my newfound confidence, I watched as regret washed over him.
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Ignoring both him and Monica, I stood up, clinking my glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention.
“Good evening, everyone. I’m Victoria and I’m here to thank two very important people in my life. Aaron and Monica, I’m grateful that you accepted my dinner invitation tonight. Here’s something I want to tell you.” I paused, getting distracted by Aaron’s hand gestures.
I could see that Aaron didn’t want me to continue. But tonight was not about him. It was about me and the truth coming to light.
“Over the past few months, I’ve transformed myself, not just physically, but mentally as well. My beloved Aaron, you noticed the change, and it scared you, right? You thought you’d lose me, so you pushed your mistress away. And Monica, my dear friend, little did you know the role you played in my grand scheme.” I watched as Monica had her moment of realization. She hadn’t seen this one coming.
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“But here’s the twist,” I paused, savoring the moment, “I’ve found someone new, someone who appreciates me for who I am.”
Just then, a handsome man entered the restaurant, his timing almost impeccable. He walked straight to our table, taking my hand, his warm touch serving as the only reassurance I needed at that moment.
“Everyone, meet my new boyfriend, Jack,” I announced with a flourish, the reactions around the table a mix of shock and disbelief.
Turning to Aaron, I continued, “And as for you, Aaron, I’m done with your lies and I’m filing for divorce. Thanks to my new best friend here,” I gestured to Monica, “I’ve gathered all the evidence I needed. So, everything you have will soon be mine. I’ll make sure of it.”
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After being done with Aaron, it was now time to teach his mistress a lesson. “And my dear Monica, of course, I’m telling your boss everything. Trying to steal someone’s husband is not the best idea. I’m sorry, sweetie, but it seems you’ll have to find a new gym!”
The shock on my husband’s face was priceless. Monica looked equally stunned, realizing she had been used as a pawn in my game. Aaron, pale and speechless, finally managed, “Vic, I’m so…” but I cut him off. “Save it. I’ve heard enough.”
Monica, realizing the depth of her mistake, tried to apologize, but I was already moving on. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before getting involved with a married man.”
As Aaron and Monica left, tails between their legs, Jack and I raised a glass. “To honesty, new love, and the perfect revenge.” It was more than just getting even; it was about reclaiming my life and rewriting my story on my terms.
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So folks, did I do the right thing?
