“Since you love talking about my cleaning skills, I figured you’d need these to clean up this mess you’ve made of our marriage.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd. The woman in red stepped away from Brian, looking mortified. But I wasn’t done.
“You know,” I said, turning to the room, “Brian loves to play the doting husband at home, but as you can see, he’s more interested in playing house with whoever strokes his ego.”
“Emily,” Brian said, his voice low and desperate. “Can we go outside and talk?”
“Oh no,” I shot back. “You didn’t care about privacy when you were mocking me behind my back. Why start now?”
I turned to the crowd, addressing them like an audience at a play.
“Enjoy the party, everyone. Just remember: if he cheats with you, he’ll cheat on you!”
With that, I dropped the bucket at his feet and walked out, my heels clicking on the marble floor. As I reached my car, my phone buzzed again. It was the same unknown number.
“You deserve to know the truth,” the message said. “I’m sorry it had to be this way.”
My hands trembled as I dialed the number, realizing I never figured out who sent the tip or why. Was it one of the women Brian had cheated with, now feeling vengeful? Or someone else who wanted him for themselves?
