08/13/2025
The life of real estate agent Emma wasn’t bad. Work was going great, and she earned enough to live the life she always wanted. But she felt her husband pulling away, growing distant and cold. Everything crumbled when his mistress called Emma to rent an apartment.
Emma sat at the kitchen table, setting up breakfast for herself and her husband, James.
The smell of fresh coffee filled the cozy kitchen, and the sound of eggs frying in the pan added warmth to the morning.
She slid the omelet onto a plate, adding toast on the side, hoping the usual routine would bring them closer.
As she placed the plate in front of James, she tried to start a chat.
“So, any ideas for our weekend? We could check out that new art gallery downtown or see a movie. What do you think?” Her voice was soft, trying to close the gap between them.
James barely looked up from his phone, giving a vague grunt. “Maybe,” he mumbled, eyes fixed on the screen.
Emma felt a sting of sadness but hid it with a small smile. This was normal now—her reaching out, him seeming far away.
As she poured more coffee, James’s phone lit up again. Emma’s eyes caught the name “Lisa” flashing on the screen, with a photo of a woman she didn’t know.
Her heart skipped, but she stayed calm.
“Who’s Lisa?” she asked, keeping her voice light but feeling uneasy.
James didn’t blink. He kept staring at his phone. “Just a work friend. We’ve got a meeting out of town this weekend. I’ll be back Monday.”
His tone was flat, like he was talking about the weather.
Emma forced a smile, though her chest tightened.
“Okay, safe trip,” she said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as he grabbed his keys and left. “See you Monday.”
When the door closed, Emma stood in the quiet kitchen, the breakfast warmth fading.
She looked out the window, watching James’s car leave the driveway. A bad feeling grew inside her, eating at her peace.
This trip felt wrong—something about it didn’t add up, more than just another weekend away.
Pushing the worry aside, Emma focused on her day. She had a meeting with a new client, a woman wanting to rent a fancy apartment for the weekend.
Emma loved her job as a real estate agent, and today was no different. Despite her heavy heart, she had to stay sharp.
But as she got ready to leave, the name “Lisa” on James’s phone stuck in her mind.
Something wasn’t right, but for now, she pushed it away and headed to her meeting. She had no idea what the day would bring.
Later, Emma walked into the apartment, her mind still spinning from the morning. She tried to focus on work, telling herself it was the best way to keep her thoughts quiet.
A new client had booked a tour of a luxury apartment for the weekend, and Emma was prepared. But when the client walked in, Emma’s stomach sank.
It was her. The woman from James’s phone—Lisa.
Emma’s heart raced, but she stayed cool and professional. She took a deep breath, hiding the storm inside.
Lisa smiled brightly, not knowing the chaos she was causing.
Emma shook Lisa’s hand firmly, though she felt the ground shift under her.
“Nice to meet you, Lisa,” Emma said, her voice steady despite her nerves. “Let’s see the apartment, okay?”
As they walked through the fancy space, Emma fought to keep her feelings in check. Her mind was shouting, the truth hitting her hard.
This woman, James’s “work friend,” was planning to spend the weekend here—with James.
Wanting answers without showing her pain, Emma asked lightly, “So, why are you here? Something special?”
Lisa grinned wide.
“Yeah, I’m spending the weekend with a special guy. We’re finally getting some time alone.”
The words hit Emma like a slap. Every doubt she had turned into a painful truth.
James wasn’t on a work trip—he was planning a romantic escape with Lisa. Emma’s anger grew, but she kept her professional mask on.
“That’s nice,” she said, her voice calm despite the fury and hurt inside. She couldn’t let Lisa know anything was wrong.
By the end of the tour, Lisa loved the place and signed the rental agreement. Emma handed over the keys, her face calm, but her mind racing with plans.
As Lisa left, Emma slipped a spare key into her pocket. A plan was forming. She wasn’t going to let this betrayal go—James and Lisa were in for a weekend they’d never forget.... (continue reading in the 1st comment
