My Wife’s Closest Companion Betrayed Her, Prompting Me to Deliver a Stern Reprimand

Over the next few days, I wrestled with the knowledge of Bethany’s betrayal. How could I expose her true nature? How could I make her realize the pain she was capable of inflicting? It needed to be something that wouldn’t just slap her on the wrist but shake her to her core.

“I decided to embark on a psychological game,” I explain. “I would give Bethany a taste of her own medicine—let her believe that her cruel words had driven me to her, then pull the rug out from under her at the last moment.”

Thus, I began to lay the groundwork. At gatherings, I was overly friendly with Bethany, complimenting her, laughing a bit too loudly at her jokes, and responding to her texts with eagerness. “You look great tonight, Bethany,” I would say, or, “That’s so funny, Bethany! You always know how to light up the room.”

Bethany lapped up the attention, her responses growing bolder. “We should hang out more, just the two of us,” she would suggest. I agreed, all the while documenting our exchanges, preparing for the final confrontation.

Finally, the moment came. We met for coffee, just Bethany and I. She was radiant, mistakenly buoyed by my feigned affection. “I’m so glad we’re doing this, Jake. Just us,” she flirted openly.

Playing my part, I leaned in, “Bethany, there’s something captivating about you. I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” I admitted, watching her reaction closely.

Flattered and completely deceived, she responded, “I knew you’d come around, Jake. We could be amazing together.”

That’s when I decided to strike. “Bethany, do you remember what you said about Meg? How you called her pathetic and barren?” Her face fell, the color draining as she realized the extent of her folly.