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

Hiding her surprise, Mila greeted Carol with professional courtesy. Together, they toured the apartment’s sleek rooms and modern furnishings. Carol smiled warmly, enthusing about how perfect the space was for a special weekend retreat.

Mila’s stomach twisted. This wasn’t a business trip. Richard and Carol had planned a secret rendezvous, and Mila herself had unknowingly set it up. Keeping her composure, Mila handed over the keys while secretly pocketing a spare. She had a plan forming—she wasn’t about to let this betrayal go unchallenged.

That evening, Mila called Richard. “Will you be home tonight?” she asked, voice calm despite the storm inside her.

“No,” he said, sounding distant. “I’m heading out of town now. I’ll be back Monday.”

That sealed it. Determined, Mila made a quick phone call of her own. Her tone was firm and steady, giving instructions and arranging a meeting time. She would handle this on her own terms.

At the agreed hour, Mila arrived at the apartment with Carol’s boyfriend. His jaw was tight, anger flickering in his eyes. They let themselves in quietly, following muffled laughter to the bedroom. Inside, Richard and Carol lounged comfortably, completely unaware.

When the door swung open, shock rippled through the room. Carol and Richard scrambled to explain themselves, words tumbling out in frantic half-sentences. Mila stood tall, arms folded. With a cool steadiness, she reminded Richard of the very marriage agreement he had once insisted on—one that left her with everything if he ever cheated.

Carol’s boyfriend shot the pair a look of disgust before leaving. Richard sank to his knees, begging Mila to listen, to forgive. But she said nothing, only turned and stepped out, breathing in the crisp night air.

As she walked away, Mila felt a weight lift from her shoulders. This was the end of a painful chapter, but also the start of something new—where her worth wouldn’t be questioned, and trust wouldn’t be broken by empty promises.

For the first time in ages, she slept soundly. She had taken control of her own story, and in doing so, found her freedom.

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