Mila’s life as a real estate agent was going well. Her career was flourishing, and she was earning enough to live her dream life. However, her relationship with her husband, Richard, felt strained. He had become distant and cold, and their connection seemed to be slipping away. Everything reached a breaking point when Mila received a phone call from her husband’s mistress, who wanted to rent an apartment. One morning, Mila sat at the kitchen table, preparing breakfast for Richard. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling eggs filled the room, creating a comforting atmosphere. She carefully plated the food and set it in front of him, hoping the gesture might reignite some warmth in their relationship.

Attempting to start a conversation, she gently asked, “So, any thoughts on our weekend plans? We could check out that new art gallery downtown or maybe catch a movie.” Richard, barely looking up from his phone, muttered a disinterested, “We’ll see.” The response stung, but Mila masked her disappointment with a patient smile. This had become their new routine—her trying to engage, and him being preoccupied elsewhere. As she poured herself another cup of coffee, Richard’s phone lit up with a notification. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the name “Carol” flash on the screen, accompanied by a picture of a woman she didn’t recognize. Mila felt a jolt of unease but kept her composure. “Who’s Carol?” she asked casually, trying to hide her suspicion. Richard replied without much concern, explaining that Carol was a business colleague and that he had a meeting with her over the weekend. He added that he would be gone until Monday. His tone was detached, as though the conversation held no significance. Mila forced a smile. “I see. Well, have a safe trip,” she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek as he left for the day. After the door closed behind him, she stood in silence, watching his car pull out of the driveway. A growing sense of dread filled her as she considered his words. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about this so-called business trip. But life had to go on, and Mila had an important meeting scheduled for later that day—a potential client looking to rent a luxury apartment for the weekend. As a dedicated real estate agent, she had always prided herself on keeping her personal life separate from her professional duties. However, the image of the name “Carol” on Richard’s phone lingered in her mind as she prepared for her workday. Mila arrived at the apartment later that afternoon, still trying to shake the unsettling feeling from earlier. Her focus shifted to the upcoming meeting, but the moment her client walked in, Mila’s heart sank. It was her. The woman from Richard’s phone—Carol. Mila’s pulse quickened, but she remained calm and professional. She introduced herself and shook Carol’s hand, all while suppressing the storm of emotions inside her. As they toured the apartment, Mila tried to gather information without revealing her inner turmoil. In a casual tone, she asked, “So, what brings you here? A special occasion?” Carol’s face lit up as she smiled and said, “Yes, I’m spending the weekend with a very special man. We’re finally getting some time alone.” The words hit Mila hard, confirming her worst fears. Richard wasn’t on a business trip—he was planning a romantic getaway with Carol. Despite the pain, Mila maintained her professional demeanor and finished the tour. By the end of the meeting, Carol signed the rental agreement, and Mila handed her the keys. However, she secretly kept a spare key, determined not to let this betrayal go unanswered. A plan was already forming in her mind. As Mila drove home, she called Richard, pretending to be the loving wife. “Hey, are you coming home tonight?” she asked sweetly. Richard, cold and distant, responded, “No, I’m already heading out of town. I’ll see you on Monday.” Mila clenched the steering wheel, her anger growing. His lies only fueled her resolve. She had learned the truth, and it was time to act. That evening, Mila made another phone call, her voice calm but filled with purpose. She set the wheels in motion for what would be an unforgettable night. Everything was ready for her confrontation with Richard and Carol. At 8 p.m., Mila arrived at the apartment, her heart racing but her expression steady. With her was Carol’s boyfriend, a tall man who was equally furious. Using the spare key, they quietly entered the apartment. As they approached the bedroom, the sound of muffled conversation and laughter reached their ears. When they opened the door, the sight of Richard and Carol lying together in bed filled the room with tension. Carol’s boyfriend was the first to speak, shouting in fury, “What the hell is going on here?” The room erupted in chaos as Richard and Carol scrambled in shock. Richard, pale and trembling, fell to his knees in front of Mila, begging for forgiveness. But Mila wasn’t interested in his pleas. With a cold smile, Mila reminded Richard of the marriage contract he had insisted on—the one that included a hefty penalty for infidelity. “I’ll be sending you the divorce papers,” she said calmly before walking out of the apartment, leaving Richard to face the consequences of his actions. Mila left with her head held high, knowing she had not only uncovered the betrayal but taken control of the situation. Justice had been served.