Hey, everyone. I never thought I’d be sharing a story like this, but here I am. Buckle up, because this is going to be a wild ride.
I’m Ariana, 32 years old, and until last week, I thought I had it all: a loving husband, great friends, and a happy life. Boy, was I wrong?!
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It all started when my husband, Tom, told me about a big work event coming up. He works for some fancy corporation, and they love throwing these big parties to report on their success and discuss future plans.
“Honey, this is huge,” Tom said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I nail this presentation, I might get that promotion we’ve been hoping for!”
I was thrilled for him. “That’s amazing, babe! When is it?”
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“Two weeks from now, at the Grandview Hotel downtown.”
For the next two weeks, Tom was practically living at the office. Every night, he’d come home late, looking exhausted but determined.
“Just perfecting my presentation,” he’d say, giving me a quick kiss before collapsing into bed.
I tried to be the supportive wife every man wanted. I made his favorite meals, kept the house spotless, and happily kissed him goodbye every morning.
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A day before the event, I was very anxious. Honestly, I was more anxious than him. It felt like I was a kid again, a kid who had an important exam the next morning.
I made sure his shirt and suit were perfectly ironed and even cooked his favorite carbonara pasta for dinner.
The morning of the event, I woke up early to make him breakfast.
“You’re going to knock their socks off,” I said, straightening his tie.
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Tom gave me a distracted smile. “Thanks, honey. I better run, don’t want to be late!”
He rushed out the door, and I felt so proud. Little did I know, my world was about to come crashing down.
An hour later, I was tidying up when I noticed Tom’s laptop on the coffee table. My heart sank. His presentation was on that laptop!
“Oh no,” I muttered. “He’s going to freak out when he realizes he forgot it.”
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Without hesitation, I grabbed the laptop and headed to the Grandview Hotel. I was going to be his knight in shining armor, delivering his precious presentation just in time.
But when I walked into the hotel lobby, something felt… off. It was way too quiet for a big corporate event. I approached the receptionist, a kind-looking woman named Linda.
“Excuse me,” I said, “I’m looking for the corporate event for Apex Industries?”
Linda’s brow furrowed. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we don’t have any corporate events scheduled today.”
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My stomach did a little flip. “That’s… that’s impossible. My husband said…”
I trailed off, a horrible suspicion growing in my mind. “Um, could you check if there’s a room booked under the name Tom Johnson?”
Linda tapped at her computer, then nodded. “Yes, we have a Mr. Johnson in room 1408.”
My hands started shaking. “Thank you,” I managed to say before heading to the elevators.
As I reached Tom’s floor, I heard voices. Familiar voices. I peeked around the corner and my heart stopped.
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Tom, my husband, was there, with his arms wrapped around my best friend, Lisa. They were giggling and whispering as they walked towards room 1408.
I couldn’t breathe. How could he do this to me? My mind raced. Was everything a lie?
My heart shattered with each step they took. I quickly clicked a picture of them while they were holding hands, right before they disappeared into their room. No one will believe me without proof. But why her? Why my best friend?
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At that point, tears were streaming down my face, but a strange calm had settled over me. I knew what I had to do.
I went back down to the lobby and approached Linda again. She took one look at my face and her eyes filled with sympathy.
“Oh honey,” she said softly. “I’m so sorry.”
I took a deep breath. “Linda, I need your help.”
Over the next hour, Linda and I hatched a plan. So, I first called Lisa’s husband, Mark.
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“Hey Mark, it’s Ariana. Listen, something’s come up at work and Lisa asked me to get you to meet her at the Grandview Hotel. Can you come right away?”
Mark sounded confused but agreed. While we waited for him to arrive, Linda helped me set up the final piece of our plan.
When Mark walked in, looking worried, I pulled him aside and told him everything. I even showed him the photo I had taken. His face went through a range of emotions – confusion, disbelief, and finally, anger.
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“I can’t believe this,” he said, his voice shaking. “What are we going to do?”
I smiled grimly. “We’re going to give them a surprise they’ll never forget.”
We waited until Tom and Lisa left their room again. Linda had arranged for the elevator to “malfunction” when they got in. Mark, disguised as a maintenance worker, slipped in just before the doors closed.
I watched from around the corner as the elevator doors shut. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.
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Inside the elevator, Mark struck up a conversation. “Evening, folks. Having a good night?”
Tom shifted uncomfortably. “Uh, yeah. Just a quiet night in.”
“In a fancy hotel like this?” Mark chuckled. “Must be something special.”
Lisa giggled nervously. “Just a little getaway.”
Suddenly, the elevator jerked to a stop. The lights flickered ominously.
“Oh boy,” Mark said, playing his part perfectly. “Looks like we’re stuck. Don’t worry, I’ll get us out of here.”
He pretended to fiddle with the control panel while keeping up a steady stream of chatter.
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“So, you two here for business or pleasure? We get all sorts here. Corporate big shots, secret lovers, you name it.”
Tom coughed awkwardly. “Bit of both, I guess.”
“Interesting,” Mark mused. “You know, I hear some crazy stories working here. Like last week, this couple got caught by their spouses. Talk about awkward!”
Tom and Lisa exchanged panicked glances, not realizing their own moment of reckoning was just moments away.
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After a few agonizing minutes, the elevator started moving again.
“See you later, folks,” Mark said before leaving the elevator on the first floor before it continued to descend downward.
When the doors opened in the lobby, Tom and Lisa found themselves face-to-face with me and Mark.
The look on their faces was priceless. Tom’s jaw dropped open, while Lisa turned a sickly shade of white.
“Honey,” Tom stammered, “this isn’t what it looks like…”
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I held up my hand, cutting him off. “Save it, Tom. I saw everything.”
Lisa started to cry. “Ariana, please, I can explain…”
Mark stepped forward, pulling off his disguise. “I think you’ve both done enough explaining for one day.”
The next few hours were a blur of tears, shouting, and painful confessions. By the end of it, two marriages were over, and so was a friendship I had treasured for years.
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That night, as I sat alone in our – no, my – apartment, I felt a strange mix of emotions. Pain, betrayal, anger… but also relief. The truth was out, and I was free.
Over the next few weeks, I threw myself into rebuilding my life. I reconnected with old friends, started a new hobby, and even signed up for a dating app (though I’m not quite ready to use it yet).
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It hasn’t been easy. There are still days when I wake up and for a split second, I forget everything that happened. But then I remember, and instead of crushing me, it makes me stronger.
To anyone out there going through something similar, I want you to know that you’re not alone. It hurts like hell, but you will get through it. You’re stronger than you know.
As for Tom and Lisa? Last I heard, they’re still together. Part of me hopes they’re miserable, but mostly, I just don’t care anymore. They’re not worth my energy.
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Me? I’m focusing on the future. It might not be the future I had planned, but you know what? I have a feeling it’s going to be even better.
Remember, when life pulls you down, it’s an opportunity to rise stronger. Have you ever had to face something similar?
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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