I put a laxative in my husband’s coffee before he left to see his mistress… but what happened next was worse than I imagined.

The morning began with a strange smell of expensive perfume… a smell that wasn’t for me.

My husband stood in front of the bedroom mirror, straightening his shirt as if he were going on an important date. Too much cologne, too much enthusiasm… too much of everything for someone who was supposedly just going to “work.”

I was in the kitchen, watching the coffee finish pouring into the cup.
In my right hand, I held a small bottle of laxative.

It wasn’t an impulsive decision.
It was the result of months of silence, of calls that ended when I entered the room, of “urgent meetings” on Friday nights.

And above all… about the message I saw last night.“I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow. Don’t forget the perfume I like.”

Signed by a certain Carolina.
New secretary at the office.
Elegant name… like a luxury shampoo.

I took a deep breath.

“And that coffee?” he asked from the kitchen doorway, adjusting his belt with more enthusiasm than he showed when we went to the movies together.

I brought the cup closer to him.