My Husband Took A Trip With Another Woman.

We craft a message designed to bait them into a meeting. It’s polite, vague, and seemingly harmless. “Meet us at the café,” I type, each word deliberately chosen to lower their guard. Lisa reads it over my shoulder, nodding in approval. Once it’s sent, the plan goes into full motion. Every contingency has been accounted for, every move rehearsed. It’s a trap disguised as a conversation, and they won’t see it coming until it’s too late.

We arrive at the café early, taking seats where we can observe without being obvious. Lisa’s gaze sweeps the room, assessing exits and vantage points. “Stick to the script,” she whispers, her tone calm but focused. Our nerves are taut, but our expressions stay composed. Every heartbeat feels amplified, every second closer to confrontation. We’ve prepared for this moment, and now it’s unfolding exactly as intended. What comes next could change everything—but we’re ready.