My Manicurist Told Me About Her Lover, Only to Realize She Was Talking About My Husband

My husband surprised me with an appointment with my manicurist, but during our session, I discovered the woman was cheating with him! Angry, I tried to retaliate by getting revenge, but when the truth came out, I was left with egg on my face!

When I went in for my manicurist appointment that day, I had no idea that I was about to get more than what I bargained for. What I discovered had me seething as I imagined the worst about my loving husband. But before we get there, let me backtrack a bit to the day before…

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A woman at a beauty parlor | Source: Midjourney

It had been a long day of privately tutoring a mix of energetic six-year-olds learning their ABCs and a precocious eight-year-old trying to ace his fractions. By the time I got home, I was completely drained. Adam, my husband of seven years, greeted me with his signature boyish smile and a kiss on the forehead.

“How’s my favorite teacher?” he asked, handing me a cup of herbal tea.

“Tired,” I replied with a laugh, plopping onto the couch. “But your tea makes it better.”

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A happy woman drinking tea | Source: Midjourney

Adam always had a way of making me feel like the most important person in the world. We were one of those couples people envied, with a solid partnership full of love and shared dreams.

We had just started planning for a family, and I’d been secretly pinning nursery ideas to my Pinterest board.

“I might have to work late tonight, and tomorrow I’ll be staying at work overnight, unfortunately,” Adam said, running a hand through his dark hair. “Big project at the office.”

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A man running his hand through his hair | Source: Midjourney

I nodded, not thinking much of it. His job as a successful manager for a mid-sized marketing firm often demanded odd hours.

“Just don’t overwork yourself, okay?”

“I won’t,” he promised, kissing me again before adding, “To make it up to you, I booked an appointment for you tomorrow afternoon at Lily’s Luxe Nails.”

I got up and thanked him with a kiss before he gave me one on the cheek and disappeared into his home office.

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A woman getting a kiss from her man | Source: Midjourney

The next day, I went and treated myself to the rare indulgence of a trip to Lily’s Luxe Nails. Lily, the owner, was one of my favorite people. She had a magnetic personality, full of dramatic flair and endless gossip!

Her stories always left me laughing or clutching my pearls.

As I settled into the chair, Lily approached with her usual wide grin.

“Honey, you’re glowing! Your hubby’s treating you well?”

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A manicurist | Source: Midjourney

“As always,” I said, holding out my hands for her to examine.

She laughed, taking out her tools.

“Well, at least he’s worth it. Some of us don’t get that lucky.”

Her comment caught my attention. Lily wasn’t one to complain about her personal life. In fact, she often bragged about her adventures in romance.

“Oh? Someone giving you trouble?” I asked.

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A woman getting her nails done | Source: Midjourney

She smirked, leaning in conspiratorially.

“No trouble at all. I’ve been seeing someone new, a real dreamboat! Smart, funny, successful! And let me tell you, he knows how to treat a lady!”

“Good for you! What’s it like?”

Lily’s eyes sparkled. “Our relationship is UNREAL! I’ve never felt ANYTHING like this before! Not even James compares to him!”

James is Lily’s husband. I’d met him before when he came to her workplace.

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A happy man | Source: Midjourney

“I guess I am an old-fashioned girl, ’cause I could never cheat on my husband, and I’m pretty sure he feels the same way,” I responded.

“Girl, that’s YOUR loss! You wouldn’t believe how romantic he is. Last week, he showed up with flowers just because he ‘felt like it.’ You also haven’t SEEN who I’m talking about, don’t even get me started on his dimples!”

“Uh huh…,” I replied, still not convinced that cheating on Adam would be a good idea.

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An unsure woman | Source: Midjourney

“He’s also a manager at some company. Busy as hell, but he always makes time for me. He’s planning to meet me tonight at that cute boutique hotel across the street while telling his wife he’s working late so we can meet up. I’m counting down the minutes!”

I froze, a strange chill creeping up my spine.

“That’s sweet,” I managed to say, my voice faltering.

Lily didn’t notice…

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An unhappy woman | Source: Midjourney

Dimples? My chest tightened. Adam has dimples. Adam is a manager. Adam was supposed to be working late tonight. I tried to shake off the uneasy feeling clawing at my chest. It had to be a coincidence…

“Well, do you have a picture of this ‘dream guy’? I’m curious,” I asked, hoping to quash my paranoia.

Lily grinned, pulling out her phone.

“Of course, darling! Look at this stud muffin!” she said, pulling out her phone.

My stomach dropped.

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An upset woman looking at a phone | Source: Midjourney

There he was, MY Adam, smiling in the photo with his arm casually draped around Lily. I stared at the picture, willing it to be fake. Maybe I was seeing things. Maybe it was a doppelgänger. But deep down, I knew the truth.

“Wow,” I said, my voice trembling as I lost it inside but kept it together for appearances. “He’s…definitely a catch.”

“Right?” Lily gushed, completely unaware of my turmoil as she placed her phone, still unlocked, on the table.

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A phone on a manicurist’s table | Source: Midjourney

I forced a laugh, but my mind was racing.

“Excuse me,” I said, standing abruptly. I grabbed her phone quickly when she wasn’t looking. “I need to use the restroom.”

Once inside, I splashed cold water on my face, trying to steady my breathing. Adam. My Adam. Cheating with Lily? I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. But as the shock subsided, another emotion took its place: fury.

I wasn’t going to let this slide. I started plotting, and my revenge was going to be served cold tonight at the hotel across the street.

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An upset woman in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

I quickly saved Lily’s husband’s number on my phone, as he was a big part of my revenge.

After I finished my appointment with Lily, I called her husband and told him everything I knew about her affair with Adam. He was as shocked as I was and quickly on board with getting revenge that very night!

Before heading to the hotel together later that night, I insisted we stop at the hardware store. James trailed behind me as I loaded our cart with cans of unwashable paint.

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A woman with paint cans | Source: Midjourney

“What’s this for?” he asked, still trying to make sense of my erratic behavior.

“I figured we could mark the cheaters with it. You’ll see,” I said curtly.

When we arrived at the hotel, James and I stood outside the hotel with our “props,” ready to make the “couple’s” meeting unforgettable.

“Are we seriously doing this?” James asked.

“Watch me,” I said with determination as I marched straight through the hotel’s doors, paint cans in hand!

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An upset woman outside a hotel with paint cans | Source: Midjourney

When I flung open the doors, I expected to catch Adam and Lily red-handed. But instead, I found myself face-to-face with an entrance full of balloons, streamers, and a massive banner that read: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LOVE!”

My jaw dropped. Standing in the middle of the room were Lily and Adam, grinning like a pair of mischievous kids. Behind them were my parents, my sister, and a handful of close friends!

“Surprise!” everyone yelled.

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People at a surprise party | Source: Midjourney

I stood frozen, the paint cans slipping from my hands. “What…is this?” I stammered.

Adam stepped forward, his dimples on full display.

“It’s your birthday party, sweetheart! We wanted to do something special for you seeing as you ALWAYS forget your birthday.”

“Wait,” I said, my brain struggling to catch up. “So…you’re not cheating?”

Adam laughed, pulling me into a hug.

“Of course not. Lily, James, and I have been planning this for weeks!”

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A man at a party | Source: Midjourney

James smiled, and that’s when I finally noticed that he’d joined the others. He stood embracing his wife as Lily chimed in, “You should’ve seen your face! Priceless!”

I burst into tears, overwhelmed with relief and embarrassment. “I thought…”

Adam cupped my face, wiping away my tears.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone that far with the plan. I thought you’d pick up what was happening when I booked your manicurist appointment, but you have to admit, this was worth it.”

It was…

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A happy man | Source: Midjourney

The party was a smashing success, filled with laughter, cake, and heartfelt toasts! By the time we left the hotel the next morning, I felt like the luckiest woman in the world, albeit a little foolish for my earlier assumptions.

As we approached Adam’s car in the parking lot, we saw “CHEATER!!!!” scrawled across the windshield in bright red lipstick.

I groaned, covering my face. “I am so, so sorry.”

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An embarrassed woman | Source: Midjourney

Adam just laughed.

“It’s washable, right? Besides, it’s a good story to tell our kids one day!”

As we cleaned the car together, I couldn’t help but laugh too. If nothing else, this would be a birthday I’d never forget!

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A couple outside by a car | Source: Midjourney

Sadly, Adam’s wife isn’t the only woman to suspect her husband of cheating. Click here to read about a wife who believed her husband was cheating with their son’s fiancee only to discover a much harder truth.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

I Overslept on the Morning of My Crucial College Entrance Exams Because Someone Turned off My Alarm

The morning of my medical college entrance exam I woke up late to find all my alarms mysteriously turned off. As I raced against time, my 8-year-old brother stepped in with a plan that would save everything.

Ever since I was little, I dreamed of becoming a doctor. When my mom died of cancer, that dream only grew stronger. I wanted to help people like her, to understand the disease that had taken her and to help others fight it.

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A dreaming woman | Source: Pexels

I worked for this moment for years, through late nights, countless books, and more exams than I could count. Today, all that work was about to pay off: it was finally the day of my medical entrance exam.

Last night, I did everything to make sure I wouldn’t oversleep. I set three alarms on my phone—6:00 a.m., 6:15 a.m., and 6:30 a.m. I even left my curtains open so that the sunlight would wake me up. As I lay in bed, I thought of my mom, promising myself I’d make her proud.

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A sleeping woman | Source: Pexels

When I opened my eyes the next morning, something felt wrong. It was dark, too dark. I reached for my phone, and my heart stopped—9:55 a.m. My exam started at 10:00.

“No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” I threw my blankets off and grabbed my phone. All three alarms were turned off.

“I know I set these!” I muttered, my hands shaking as I got dressed in record time. My mind raced with questions. How did this happen?

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A shocked woman in her bed | Source: Pexels

I bolted down the stairs, half-dressed, my hair flying everywhere. “Linda!” I called out, desperately looking for my stepmom. “Linda, please! I need a ride to the college. My exam is in five minutes!”

She was in the kitchen, sipping her coffee calmly, her eyes following me with a look I couldn’t quite place. She raised an eyebrow, giving me a look that was as cold as her coffee cup was hot.

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A woman sipping coffee | Source: Pexels

“You’re late already,” she said flatly. “Maybe next time, you should learn to set an alarm properly.”

“I did set them!” I almost shouted, feeling the sting of frustration and panic in my voice. “I triple-checked. They were on, all three of them.”

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An angry woman | Source: Pexels

She shrugged, a slight smirk on her lips. “Clearly, you didn’t. Maybe this is a sign that you’re not cut out for med school, hmm? If you can’t even manage to wake up on time, how will you handle something serious, like a patient?”

I stood there, feeling my face grow hot, my mind swirling with disbelief and desperation. This couldn’t be real. My stepmom wouldn’t do this to me, would she?

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An angry woman in a red T-shirt | Source: Pexels

I turned toward the door, knowing I’d never make it on foot but feeling I had to try. Just as I reached for the handle, I heard a small voice behind me.

“I know who did it,” my little brother Jason said, his voice shaking with nervousness but his eyes steady.

I turned, confused. “Jason, what are you talking about?”

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A young boy | Source: Pexels

He took a small step forward, looking at Linda cautiously. “I saw her. Last night. She turned off your alarms, Emily.”

Linda shot him a sharp look. “Jason, stop making up stories,” she hissed.

Jason gulped but didn’t back down. “I’m not lying! I saw you go into her room, pick up her phone, and turn off the alarms. You said she didn’t need to be at that stupid exam anyway.”

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A serious boy | Source: Pexels

My mind was spinning. I looked at Linda, searching her face for denial, for any sign she’d say it was a misunderstanding. But she just sighed, crossing her arms.

“You know what, Emily?” she said coolly, her voice hardening. “Fine. Yes, I did it. You’re not fit to be a doctor. It’s a waste of time, energy, and, frankly, a lot of money that your dad could spend on something worthwhile.”

“Like… your beauty salon?” The words came out before I could stop them.

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An angry middle-aged woman | Source: Freepik

Just as I was about to push past her and leave, I heard sirens in the distance, getting louder, heading toward our house.

Jason, now clutching my hand, gave me a small, hopeful smile. “Don’t worry, Em. I called for help.”

Linda’s face hardened as she looked at Jason, who stood at my side, clutching my hand. “You seriously did this?” she asked, barely able to form the words.

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The police sirens | Source: Pexels

Jason’s small voice cut through the tension. “You are the bad guy, Linda,” he said, his eyes fierce despite his small frame. “Emily is going to be a doctor one day. Mom would be proud of her.”

Linda’s face twisted, and before she could say anything, the wailing sirens outside grew louder. I watched her look toward the window, her eyes widening with surprise.

The front door opened, and two police officers stepped inside. One of them, a tall, broad man, spoke with a calm authority. “Is everything alright here?”

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A policeman on duty | Source: Pexels

Jason didn’t miss a beat. “I called you,” he said, standing tall despite his young age. “My sister needs to get to her entrance exam. Linda turned off her alarms so she’d miss it.”

The officer’s eyes moved to Linda, who immediately put on an innocent act. “This is absurd!” she scoffed, folding her arms. “They’re just children, making things up because they’re late.”

But the other officer, a woman with kind eyes, knelt down to Jason’s level. “You called us to help your sister?” she asked gently.

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A serious policewoman | Source: Pexels

Jason nodded vigorously. “Yes. Emily studied so hard, and she was ready. Linda turned off her alarms so she’d miss her test.”

The officers exchanged a glance, then turned to me. “Is that true?” the male officer asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, feeling the weight of everything settle over me. “I have to get to my college right now, or I’ll lose my chance to take the exam.”

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A shocked woman | Source: Pexels

The officers nodded, exchanging another glance. “Alright, young lady,” the female officer said, standing up, “We’re going to get you there.”

Linda’s face contorted with disbelief. “Wait, you’re actually going to escort her?” she stammered, her voice full of frustration. “This is ridiculous!”

“It’s our job to help people,” the officer replied, coolly dismissing Linda. “Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

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A serious policeman | Source: Pexels

I turned to Jason, who was smiling proudly, a little hero in his own right. “Thank you, Jason,” I whispered, hugging him tight. “You saved me.”

As I left with the officers, Linda’s face was a mix of fury and disbelief. The officers helped me into their squad car, and we sped down the road with the sirens blaring, weaving through traffic as we approached the college. My heart pounded in my chest, but this time, it was with determination.

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A police car in the city | Source: Pexels

At the exam center, we pulled up just minutes before the doors were set to close. The officers stepped out with me, guiding me toward the entrance.

One of the proctors noticed us and approached, looking confused. “Ma’am, the exam is about to begin,” he said, glancing at the officers.

The policewoman explained quickly. “This young lady had her alarms sabotaged at home, but she’s here now. I understand if you can’t make exceptions, but if there’s any way she can sit for the exam…”

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A policewoman talking | Source: Pexels

The proctor’s stern face softened as he listened. He looked me in the eyes, as if weighing my sincerity, then gave a brief nod. “Alright. Go on in.”

“Thank you,” I managed, barely believing I’d made it.

I found my seat, still rattled but refusing to let the morning’s events get the better of me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a second, and thought of my mom. This was my moment, and I wasn’t going to let anyone take it from me. I picked up my pencil and began the test.

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A young woman writing an exam | Source: Pexels

Hours later, I walked out of the exam room, exhausted but relieved. The officers who had helped me were gone, but I felt their kindness in every step as I headed home. Jason was waiting on the front steps, and he jumped up as soon as he saw me.

“Did you do it?” he asked eagerly, his eyes bright with hope.

I nodded, a smile breaking out despite my exhaustion. “I did, thanks to you.”

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A young smiling woman | Source: Freepik

He threw his arms around me. “I knew you could.”

Inside, my dad was waiting. His face was pale, his mouth set in a grim line. He’d been waiting for me to come home to hear everything. Jason took the lead, explaining every detail of what had happened while I was gone.

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A smiling young boy | Source: Unsplash

My dad’s face grew red with anger, his eyes narrowing as he looked over at Linda, who was trying to look calm and unaffected. “Is this true?” he demanded, his voice trembling with restrained fury.

Linda’s eyes darted between us. “I… I was just trying to keep her from a mistake. I didn’t mean for it to go so far,” she mumbled, finally looking cornered.

“You sabotaged her dreams because of your own selfishness,” my dad said coldly. “You’re not staying here another night.”

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An angry man | Source: Pexels

Linda’s face turned pale as she realized he was serious. She tried to protest, but he shook his head firmly. “Pack your things, Linda. This family deserves better than this.”

Jason and I stood by the door, watching as she finally left. There was no satisfaction in it, just a sense of justice and relief.

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A woman looking through a gate | Source: Pexels

Liked this story? Consider checking out this one: I was heartbroken and furious when I discovered my mother-in-law Linda and her friends had devoured my $1000 wedding cake. I couldn’t believe they would ruin my special day on purpose, leaving only crumbs behind. Determined to teach my spiteful mother-in-law a lesson, I started plotting my revenge.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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