Two days before Christmas, I stumbled upon a hidden gift box in my husband's closet—meant for his mistress. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. Instead, I hatched the perfect revenge. A surprise they would never forget.
I never imagined I’d become the kind of woman who would devise a creative payback plan, but life has a funny way of surprising you. Just like finding that little red gift box tucked behind his winter coats. As I sit here now, sipping my wine and reflecting on it all, I can’t help but smile at how flawlessly my Christmas surprise played out.
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It started a month before Christmas. Jimmy began staying late at work—really late. The kind of late that made you question if the office had a hidden bedroom. Then, one day, out of nowhere, he was home early. It threw me off.
"Hey, you're home early! I took half a day off today. Headache. So, how was the meeting with the client?" he called out from the kitchen as I walked in at 7 p.m. Early for him these days.
I dropped my keys into the ceramic bowl we bought on our honeymoon. "Yeah, the meeting was fine."
The house felt empty, despite the Christmas decorations I’d put up—garland on the stairs, wreaths on every door, and the giant tree in the living room that I’d decorated alone while Jimmy worked yet another late night.
"I made pasta," he called from the kitchen. "Want some?"
"Already ate." I headed upstairs, my footsteps heavy. "Got a headache. I’ll turn in early."
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That night, I lay awake, listening to Jimmy’s steady breathing beside me, wondering when exactly we became strangers who just shared a bed. Five years of marriage, no kids yet—though we’d always talked about it, waited for the "right time."
But now, I wondered if that time would ever come.
My mom had warned me about marrying young. "You’re only 23, Alina," she’d said. "Why the rush?"
But I was so sure. Jimmy was different. He was special. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Now, as I lay there, I heard his phone light up at 2 a.m. A message. A reminder of the distance between us.
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Two days before Christmas, I decided to tackle the disaster that was his home office and his closet. Among the clutter, something caught my eye.
A red gift box hidden behind some winter coats.
My heart skipped a beat. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it was a surprise for me. All those late nights were just him working hard to buy me something special.
Then, I saw the note. Attached with a pristine silver ribbon: "LOVE YOU, JULIE!"
Here’s the kicker: My name isn’t Julie.
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I didn’t feel the world stop spinning. My hands didn’t shake. Instead, a strange calm washed over me. I opened the box to find a diamond necklace—the exact one I’d shown him months ago during our anniversary dinner.
"Look how beautiful that is," I’d said, pointing to the jewelry store window.
"Too expensive," he’d replied, not even looking up from his phone.
Apparently, it wasn’t too expensive for Julie.
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I dialed Mark, my college friend who fixed furniture. "Remember when you said you owe me a favor for helping with your divorce paperwork? Time to cash it in."
"Alina? Everything okay?"
"Not really. How good are you at modifying gift boxes?"
Mark’s workshop smelled like sawdust and revenge when I visited. He whistled as he examined the box. "You sure about this? Once we modify it, we can't undo it."
"Absolutely," I said, handing him a small canister of my special recipe for revenge. "Make it count."
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"It’ll trigger the moment anyone lifts the lid more than an inch," he explained. "Spring-loaded, just like you asked. Industrial-grade stuff."
I smiled, imagining the scene. "Perfect!"
"Want to tell me who it's for?"
"Let’s just say someone’s getting a very special Christmas surprise this year."
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That evening, I placed the modified gift box back in its hiding spot, right where Jimmy would find it. Now, all that was left was waiting.
Christmas morning arrived—bright and cold. I had always loved the magic and anticipation of Christmas. This year, I felt a different kind of anticipation as I watched from the kitchen while Jimmy grabbed his coat, the red box awkwardly hidden under his arm.
"Heading to the office, hun?" I asked sweetly, stirring my coffee. "On Christmas?"
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"Just for an hour," he mumbled, avoiding my eyes. "Emergency client meeting."
"Of course. Don’t work too hard."
He smiled and left. I grabbed my car keys and followed him to Honey Bunz, our favorite restaurant.
Through the window, I saw her. JULIE. My husband’s mistress. Perfectly styled blonde hair, red lipstick, and a designer outfit—everything I didn’t have.
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Julie bounced in her seat as Jimmy approached. "Awww, Jim, darling! You shouldn’t have!" She clapped her hands together, drawing stares from nearby tables.
"Anything for you, sweetheart." Jimmy’s voice echoed through the window. He slid into the booth across from her, presenting the glittery box. "I picked it out for you, my love."
"Oh my god, is it...?" Julie’s eyes widened as she grabbed the box. "The diamond necklace from La Enchanted Diamonds? The one I showed you last month? The one from Botswana?"
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"Open it and see, sugar." Jimmy leaned forward, grinning.
"I’m trying. The knot seems a bit tight," Julie said.
"Let me help," Jimmy rose and untied the ribbon.
"Three..." I whispered, my phone steady, recording. "Two... one..."
SPLAT!
The explosion of green paint was a masterpiece. Julie screamed, a pitch I didn’t think was humanly possible. "MY HAIR! MY DRESS!" She leapt from her seat, paint dripping down her face like melted ice cream. "JIMMY, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"
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Jimmy stood frozen, mouth agape, green paint dripping from his face. "I... I don’t..."
"Is this some kind of joke?" Julie screeched, wiping paint from her eyes. "Do you think this is funny, you MORON?"
An elderly woman at the next table snorted into her mimosa. "Well, I think it’s hilarious!"
"Someone get this on video!" a teenage boy called out.
"Already trending!" another responded, typing furiously on his phone.
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Julie grabbed her ruined purse. "I look like the Grinch threw up on me! This dress cost more than your monthly salary, you idiot!"
"Julie, wait—" Jimmy spread green paint everywhere as he stood up.
"Don’t ‘wait’ me! I’m done being your dirty little secret!" She stormed out, leaving green footprints in her wake. "And by the way? Your wife’s way too good for you!"
You got that right, sister!
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I barely made it home before Jimmy burst through the door, green paint smeared across his face and his expensive suit ruined.
"What happened to you?" I gasped, pretending to be concerned. "You look like the Grinch!"
"Some... some kids with paint balloons," he sputtered. "They were targeting everyone outside my office."
"On Christmas? How awful!" I reached for the manila envelope on the counter. "Oh, by the way, these came for you today. Consider it my Christmas gift, DARLING!"
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Jimmy’s trembling fingers opened the envelope. His eyes widened as he saw the divorce papers inside.
"WHAT?" he stammered, panic rising in his eyes.
"Merry Christmas, darling." I pulled the diamond necklace from my pocket. "By the way, your taste in jewelry has improved since our anniversary. Poor Julie, though. She missed out on this!"
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"You... you swi—"
"Yep! I switched the gift box you so lovingly hid for your sweet mistress. How was the surprise? Liked it?"
"Alina, honey, let me explain. You don’t understand!" He stepped forward. "Julie means nothing to me! She was a mistake!"
"A mistake?" I laughed. "A mistake is forgetting to buy milk. A mistake is mixing whites with colors in the laundry. Buying your mistress the exact necklace your wife wanted? That’s betrayal."
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"We can fix this!" He reached for me, paint-stained hands outstretched. "I’ll do anything! Counseling, therapy, whatever you want!"
"What I want?" I stepped back. "I wanted a faithful husband. I wanted the man I married. Instead, I got a liar who can’t even come up with a decent excuse for being caught. 'Kids with paint balloons?' Really?"
"Baby, please," Jimmy stepped forward, green paint dripping onto the floor. "It wasn’t serious. Julie didn’t mean anything. We never—"
"Save it." I held up my hand. "I’ve heard all the excuses. 'She
