The Perfect Recipe for Revenge: A Tale of Suspicion, Sweetness, and Served Justice

I came home from a work trip and found a pair of women’s panties in my bed. They weren’t mine. Instead of confronting my husband, I washed them and wore them. When he came home, I said, “Look baby, I finally found those panties I lost years ago!”

I saw the fear in his eyes when I started to serve him dinner and looked him straight in the eyes, saying, “I made your favorite dish, lasagna! Promise me that you’ll finish it all.” He didn’t eat it, claiming he had a stomachache.
For the next month, I was the perfect wife. I kept the house clean and made his favorite dishes. I was also extra sweet and kept smiling wildly. However, I made sure to watch a lot of true-crime series and read crime novels.

My husband became paranoid and started to lose sleep. He couldn’t handle it much longer and eventually confessed that he cheated, saying it was a one-time thing. Needless to say, I kicked him out of the house and sent him the divorce papers.