I told him I was single and busy with work, and we continued chatting. Everything seemed perfect until Jasper got up to use the restroom, leaving his phone on the table. The message preview on his phone caught my eye: “I PUT THE KIDS TO BED AND I’M GOING TO SLEEP TOO. HAVE A GOOD NIGHT SHIFT, LOVE! I LOVE YOU!”
My heart sank. How could he lie so effortlessly? Fueled by a mix of anger and determination, I decided to teach him a lesson.
When Jasper returned, I’d already sent a message from his phone, pretending to be in distress: “Baby, I’m in trouble! I need you ASAP! Come to the hardware store near the north bridge. Bring your dad too. Don’t reply or call, just come and wait by the traffic lights! My car broke down.”
Jasper didn’t notice anything amiss as we left the café for a walk. I led him toward the traffic lights, trying to suppress my nervousness. Finally, I saw Ivy — the woman from the text — and an older man waiting anxiously.
“Hey, I have a surprise for you,” I said. “Close your eyes.”
Jasper complied, and I used his tie as a blindfold. We walked up to Ivy and her father.
The moment Ivy ripped off the blindfold, she slapped Jasper across the face. The sound echoed in the night.
“Ivy? What the hell?” Jasper stammered, clearly caught off guard.
Ivy’s anger was palpable. “What the hell, Jasper? I should be asking you that!”
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