I Rented Out an Apartment to My Husbands Mistress, and Their Next Date There Was Unforgettable

Mila’s life wasn’t perfect, but it was good. As a successful real estate agent, she had built the life she’d always dreamed of. Yet, one thing kept gnawing at her—a growing distance between her and her husband, Richard. His once warm and attentive demeanor had turned cold and distant. The cracks in their marriage deepened until, one day, everything fell apart in the most unexpected way.

It started like any other morning. Mila was at the kitchen table, setting out a carefully prepared breakfast for herself and Richard. The comforting aroma of coffee filled the air, and the sizzle of eggs added a sense of warmth.

She placed the plate in front of Richard with a hopeful smile. “So, any thoughts on our weekend plans? Maybe we could visit that new art gallery downtown?” she suggested, her tone light and inviting.

Richard barely looked up from his phone, offering only a distracted grunt. “We’ll see,” he muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.

Mila’s smile faltered. This had become their routine—her trying to engage, him always distant. As she poured herself another cup of coffee, his phone lit up, catching her attention. The name “Carol” flashed on the screen, along with a photo of a woman she didn’t recognize.

A knot formed in her stomach. “Who’s Carol?” she asked casually, though her pulse quickened.

Richard barely glanced up. “Oh, a business colleague. We’ve got a meeting this weekend out of town. I’ll be back Monday,” he said nonchalantly.

Mila’s unease deepened, but she forced a smile. “Okay, have a safe trip,” she said, kissing his cheek as he grabbed his keys and left.

When the door clicked shut, Mila stood in the quiet kitchen, staring out the window as Richard’s car disappeared. The name “Carol” lingered in her mind, accompanied by a growing sense that something wasn’t right.

Later that day, Mila pushed her worries aside to focus on work. She had an appointment with a potential client looking to rent a luxury apartment for the weekend. It was a distraction she desperately needed. But when her client arrived, Mila froze. Standing in front of her was Carol—the woman from Richard’s phone.

Mila’s heart pounded, but she maintained her professional composure. “Nice to meet you, Carol,” she said, extending her hand.

As they toured the apartment, Mila forced herself to stay calm, even as Carol spoke with an easy confidence. “This place is perfect,” Carol said, her smile radiant. “I’m planning a romantic weekend with someone special.”

Mila’s chest tightened. She knew now that this was no business trip. Richard and Carol had planned a secret getaway, and Mila was the one unwittingly arranging it.

Feigning calm, she handed over the keys and concluded the meeting. But as Carol left, Mila slipped a spare key into her pocket. Her mind raced. She wasn’t going to let this betrayal slide.

That evening, Mila confronted Richard over the phone. “Hey, are you coming home tonight?” she asked sweetly, her voice hiding the anger simmering beneath.

“No,” Richard replied coldly. “I’m already on my way out of town. I’ll see you Monday.”

Mila gripped the phone tightly, anger coursing through her veins. His lie confirmed everything. But instead of breaking down, Mila made a call of her own. Her voice was calm but resolute. “Meet me at the apartment at 8 p.m. Everything’s set.”

At 8 p.m., Mila arrived at the apartment with Carol’s boyfriend in tow. His jaw was set, his expression stormy. They entered using the spare key, creeping through the hallway until they reached the bedroom.

Inside, they found Richard and Carol, laughing together in bed. The laughter stopped abruptly as the door swung open.

“What the hell is this?” Carol’s boyfriend roared, his voice shaking the walls. Carol bolted upright, her face pale with shock. Richard scrambled out of bed, his excuses spilling out incoherently. “Mila, I didn’t mean for this to happen! Please, let me explain!”

Mila held up a hand, silencing him. Her voice was icy yet composed. “Remember that marriage contract you insisted on? The one that guarantees me everything if you cheat? Consider it signed.”

Carol’s boyfriend glared at her with disgust. “You’re pathetic,” he spat before storming out.

Richard fell to his knees, pleading, but Mila simply turned and walked out. She didn’t need to say another word. Justice was already served.

As she stepped into the crisp night air, Mila felt an unexpected sense of relief. She wasn’t broken. She was free—free to rebuild her life without lies or betrayal.

That night, she slept soundly for the first time in years, knowing she had taken control of her story