My Always-Busy Husband Planned to Take His Lover to a Spa Hotel but Took Me Instead for Our 15th Anniversary & Regretted It

I met Jack when I was volunteering at an animal shelter. My first impression of him was that he was a funny guy who also had a deep love for animals.

Unlike most guys who were into video games and football, Jack was drawn to animals, books, and cooking. That was exactly what made me fall for him.

But we didn’t start dating right away. We spent about a year just getting to know each other.

I remember we used to go to this cozy burger joint near the shelter, where we’d spend hours talking.

“So, why did you and your ex break up?” he asked one day.

“It just didn’t work out,” I replied, fidgeting with my fingers. “He wasn’t interested in taking things further. Marriage was never part of his plans.”

“That guy really missed out,” Jack laughed. “He lost the chance to be with an amazing woman like you. If I were him, I’d never make that mistake.”

“Oh, really?” I teased. “And what would you have done if you were him?”

“I’d marry you right away,” Jack said, holding my hand and looking right into my eyes.

In that moment, it felt like time had stopped. I can still remember his touch and the way I got lost in his eyes.

That day, we talked about our hopes for the future and what we both wanted from a marriage. Strangely enough, our expectations matched perfectly.

We both agreed that before getting married, we should live together for a few years to see how it felt.

However, living together doesn’t mean you’ll actually know what the other person would do 20 years later. It doesn’t magically guarantee loyalty or ensure that your marriage won’t fall apart a few years later.

In my opinion, living together and living as a married couple are completely different, and I learned that a bit too late.

A few years into our marriage, Jack started spending more and more time at work.

“The workload is crazy,” he’d say when I asked why he was late. “I had to stay back.”

“I’m working hard for us, babe,” he’d tell me. “I want to make sure we have a good life.”

But while he was “working hard,” he missed important moments like birthdays and anniversaries. He’d take work trips on those days, leaving me home alone.

This became more frequent in the past five years, and I was too blind to see what was really going on.

So, as usual, Jack forgot our anniversary this year. I wasn’t surprised when he left for work as if it was a regular day. I had stopped expecting anything because he’d forgotten our anniversary every time for the past five years.

Once he left, I sat on the couch, questioning whether marrying him had been the right decision.

My mind was flooded with doubts about our marriage. Was Jack happy with me? Why didn’t he remember our anniversary? Was our marriage even worth it? Were we really the perfect couple everyone thought we were?

Tears trickled down my cheeks as I recalled the five years we had spent together before tying the knot. Back then, I was so happy, so lively, and that was all because of Jack. His presence lit up my world and I always thought things would stay the same, but they didn’t.

Suddenly, a knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. It was around noon, and I wasn’t expecting anyone.

To my surprise, it was Jack, standing there with a bouquet of red roses.

“Happy anniversary baby!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around me. “Bet you thought I forgot, didn’t you?”

I felt so happy and guilty at that point. Guilty for questioning my decision to tie the knot with him.

“I’m sorry… I thought you—”

“I know, I know,” Jack interrupted. “Forget it, babe. I have a surprise for you.”

“Really? What is it?” I asked.

“You have 30 minutes to pack your things,” he said. “We’re going to a SPA hotel!”

I thought I was dreaming. After all these years, Jack had finally planned something to celebrate our anniversary. I was over the moon.

“I’ll be right back,” I told him and went to pack my clothes.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the hotel and went in for our couple’s massage. It was so relaxing, and I felt like a completely different person as I stepped out of the spa with Jack.

“Why don’t you relax in the room before we head for dinner?” he asked. “I have a few arrangements to make, so I’ll join you in a while.”

“Come soon, honey,” I said before walking toward our hotel room.

I went in, freshened up, and started doing my makeup for the dinner. I was so excited to see what the dinner would be like, but my happiness faded as a card attached to the hotel towel caught my eye. It was a note for Jack and someone else. It said:

“Jack and Eloise, thank you for choosing us for 5 years! Have a wonderful weekend.”

That’s when I rushed to the reception demanding to know who the reservation was for.

All I heard was “Eloise” in the receptionist’s response. I didn’t have to think a lot to figure out who this other woman was. It was obvious, and it was very painful.

My husband, the man I thought was the perfect guy I could’ve asked for, was probably cheating on me.

And the worst part? He’d been doing it for the last five years. Jack had been visiting this hotel with her, all while I believed his work trip stories.

At that point, an idea struck me, so I turned to the manager, Brandon, hoping he’d be on my side.

“I need your help,” I said. ” Let’s keep this between us. Make a call to Eloise and tell her Jack has invited her for dinner due to a change of plans. Can you do that?”

I told Brandon everything about Jack’s affair. He agreed to make the call and invite Eloise.

Later that evening, Jack and I arrived at the hotel’s fancy restaurant for our anniversary dinner. Brandon guided us to a table in the center, all eyes on us.

Then, a waiter approached, asking for my jacket, and that was my cue.

“No need,” I said. “I won’t be staying.”

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

I looked at him, took a deep breath, and then replied in a loud voice to ensure everyone in the restaurant could hear me.

“You see,” I said to the waiter. “I’m just his wife. He’s actually here to have dinner with his lover tonight. She’s right there.”

That’s when I pointed toward a table in the corner where a beautiful woman with blonde hair was sitting. Her face turned pale when she heard that, and it seemed like she just wanted to disappear.

It was Eloise.

“What? Are you out of your mind?” Jack protested. “This isn’t what it looks like… Just hear me out.”

“More lies, Jack?” I snapped.

“We need to talk about this privately, babe,” Jack said, glancing nervously at the onlookers whispering about his audacity.

I could hear people saying how “awful” it was to bring his wife and mistress to the same hotel.

“Privately? Like how you’ve been privately seeing her for the last five years?” I shot back. “No, Jack, I think it’s time everyone sees who you really are.”

At that point, I could see how Eloise was fumbling with the napkin, unsure of how to handle the unexpected exposure. Her romantic dinner had suddenly turned into a public scandal.

“Babe, listen to me,” Jack said in a low voice. “What’s the point of creating a scene here? We can talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to talk about Jack,” I said, rising from my seat. “You’ve been lying to me for five years, sneaking off with your mistress while pretending to work. You told me you were ‘working hard for us,’ but you were busy telling her how much you loved her.”

“What a disgrace. To do that to his wife…” a woman in the restaurant said.

“She’s better off without him,” another one said. “Good for her for calling him out.”

“I’m done, Jack. You’ll get the divorce papers soon,” I smiled. “Enjoy your dinner.”

Then, I turned to Eloise.

“You too, Eloise!” I added before walking toward the door.

I could hear gasps and whispers as I left. Meanwhile, Jack just stood there, speechless. He couldn’t believe his secret was out.

“Please wait, babe,” Jack called after me one last time. “We can fix this. I swear it’s not what you think!”

“Fix what, Jack? The five years of lies? The deceit? No, we’re done here.”

And with that, I walked out, my head held high. The guests around me began clapping softly, some even nodding in approval. Jack had been exposed for what he truly was, and I wasn’t going to look back.

Living alone after all those years was hard, but I felt liberated knowing I didn’t have to worry about a cheating husband anymore. I was free, finally out of the nightmare Jack had put me through.

What would you do if you were in my shoes?

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