Monica hid under the cake table, heart pounding in her chest. The scent of vanilla frosting mixed with her shallow breaths as she struggled to remain still. She had planned this for weeks—a surprise for her husband, Jeremy. It was their anniversary, and she wanted to make it special. But as the clock ticked, the front door creaked open. Two voices echoed through the dimly lit apartment.
"Are you sure she's not coming home?" a sultry female voice whispered.
Jeremy chuckled. "Monica? Nah, she's away on business. We have a few hours. Let’s not waste any."
Monica clutched her chest. A tight, suffocating pain wrapped around her ribs. The air turned cold as the weight of betrayal sank in. Jeremy wasn’t alone. He had brought another woman—to their home. To her home.
The woman giggled, the sound sharp as a blade. "Mmm, is it your birthday today?"
"No, probably some anniversary Monica set up. She's always planning, planning, planning. I'm sick of it."
His words tore through her. She had spent years making him happy, yet here he was—mocking her, dismissing her like a forgotten piece of furniture.
The woman’s heels clicked against the floor as they walked toward the bedroom. Monica’s mind screamed at her to run, to leave, to scream. But then, her ears caught something—something far worse than infidelity.
"You have two hours to rob this place while I keep him distracted," the woman whispered into her phone.
Monica’s eyes widened. A setup. The mistress wasn’t just stealing her husband—she was stealing everything.
Moments later, a shadowy figure slipped inside through the backdoor. A man—the thief. He moved quickly, pocketing jewelry, unplugging laptops, reaching for Jeremy’s prized possessions.
Monica took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows. "You have two choices. Either I call the cops, or you help me with something."
The thief spun, eyes darting toward the exit. "W-what do you mean?"
"Take everything—but only what belongs to my husband." Her voice was steady now, a new fire burning within her.
The thief hesitated. "Wait… you want me to—"
"Yes. His PlayStation, his expensive watches, his vintage collection—take it all."
A smirk curled on the thief’s lips. "Damn. You’re a cold-hearted genius."
They worked quickly. The mistress remained in the bedroom, oblivious. By the time Jeremy walked back into the living room, half his belongings were gone.
"Monica?! What the—"
She smiled sweetly. "Happy anniversary, darling. I thought I’d surprise you—since you love surprises so much."
Jeremy’s face drained of color. "Wait… where’s my PlayStation? My Rolex? My—"
The front door swung open. "POLICE!" A stern voice echoed through the apartment. Monica tilted her head. "Oh, and by the way… your little lover? She wasn’t here for you. She was here for the valuables. Enjoy your new relationship—behind bars."
Jeremy stammered, turning toward the woman as she bolted for the window. "Wait! Rachel—"
Too late. The cops dragged him away, the mistress screaming in protest. Karma had never tasted sweeter.
As Monica walked out the door, the thief—now an unlikely accomplice—chuckled. "So… where to next?"
She smirked. "Anywhere but here."
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Would you have done the same, or taken a different kind of revenge?
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