So, it was my day off. I made my husband breakfast in the morning, and we ended up having a pretty big argument over something trivial. After that, he went to work.
Not wanting to mope around all day, I called up my best friend and suggested we hit the pool near her place.
We got there, in good spirits, ready to order some pizza. Then, out of nowhere, I saw MY HUSBAND lounging on a sunbed about 20 meters away with some young blonde. He had HIS HAND ON HERS, looking all cozy.
I was about to march over and slap him when karma stepped in. There he was, smiling and sipping on a soda when A HUGE seagull swooped down and snatched the drink right out of his hand. Soda spilled all over his pristine white shirt, and the blonde shrieked as the cold liquid splashed onto her as well.
My best friend and I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. My husband looked up, bewildered, trying to process what had just happened. The blonde, clearly irritated, started to berate him for ruining her perfect day.
I decided to hold off on confronting him right away. Instead, I watched from a distance, enjoying the show. The seagull wasn’t done yet. It circled back and dropped what seemed to be half-digested food onto my husband’s head. The sight was both disgusting and hilarious.
He got up, frantically trying to clean himself off, and in his haste, he tripped over the sunbed and fell into the pool, dragging the blonde along with him. She screamed, her hair and makeup ruined, while he floundered in the water, trying to regain his footing.
I couldn’t stop laughing. It was the perfect revenge served by the universe itself. My best friend snapped a few pictures, and we decided to leave before he noticed us.
Later that evening, when he came home, drenched and humiliated, I played it cool. He didn’t mention the pool incident, and I didn’t either. I had all the evidence I needed and a plan forming in my mind.
The next day, I told him I knew about his infidelity and presented him with the photos my friend had taken. He was speechless, unable to come up with any excuse. I told him I wanted a divorce and that he could keep his blonde mistress.
Word spread quickly about his pool fiasco, and he became the laughingstock of our social circle. His new relationship didn’t last long either; the blonde didn’t stick around once she realized he wasn’t the catch she thought he was.
As for me, I moved on with my life, happier and stronger. I found someone who truly valued and respected me. And every time I think back to that day at the pool, I smile, knowing that sometimes, karma has the best sense of humor.
