Jessica’s flight landed three hours early. The resort had overbooked, so they’d sent her home a day ahead of schedule.
She was exhausted but happy. A week away had been good for clearing her head. Now she was ready to surprise David.
She opened the front door quietly, planning to sneak up on him.
Then she heard it. A woman’s laugh. Coming from the kitchen.
Jessica’s stomach dropped.
She walked slowly down the hallway, heart pounding.
In the kitchen stood a woman. Maybe twenty-five. Long dark hair. Wearing nothing but David’s favorite flannel shirt—the one Jessica had given him for their anniversary.
The woman’s bare legs were visible as she reached into the cupboard for a coffee mug.
Jessica stood frozen in the doorway.
The woman turned, saw her, and gasped. “Oh my God—”
“Who the hell are you?” Jessica’s voice was ice.
The woman’s face went red. “I… I’m Megan. I didn’t know you were—”
“In MY house?” Jessica’s voice rose. “Wearing MY husband’s shirt?”
“Jessica, wait—” David appeared in the doorway, shirtless, panic on his face. “You’re not supposed to be back until tomorrow—”
“Clearly!” Jessica grabbed a plate from the counter.
“Jessica, don’t—”
She hurled it at Megan.
Megan ducked. The plate shattered against the wall behind her, pieces scattering across the floor.
“GET OUT!” Jessica screamed.
Megan ran toward the stairs. “My clothes are upstairs—”
“I don’t CARE!” Jessica grabbed another plate. “Get out NOW!”
Megan fled, still in David’s shirt, grabbing her purse from the counter as Jessica threw the second plate. It smashed against the doorframe.
The front door slammed.
Jessica and David stood in the kitchen, surrounded by broken ceramic.
“How long?” Jessica’s voice shook.
“Jessica—”
“HOW LONG?!”
“Three months,” David said quietly.
“Three months.” Jessica laughed bitterly. “You’ve been sleeping with her in our bed for three months?”
“I’m sorry—”
“You’re sorry?” Jessica grabbed a coffee mug—his favorite, the one from their honeymoon—and threw it at the wall. It exploded. “You brought her into our HOME! She was wearing YOUR SHIRT!”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen—”
“Did you sleep with her in our bed?”
David’s silence was answer enough.
Jessica walked upstairs to their bedroom. The sheets were rumpled. Two coffee mugs on the nightstand. Her side of the bed.
She grabbed every piece of David’s clothing from the closet and threw it down the stairs.
“Jessica, stop—”
Shirts, pants, shoes, everything. She hurled it all over the railing.
Then she grabbed his laptop, his PlayStation, his watch collection.
“JESSICA!”
She threw them down the stairs one by one.
“Get out,” she said, her voice deadly calm.
“This is my house too—”
“GET OUT!” she screamed. “Before I call the police and tell them there’s a stranger in my home!”
David gathered what he could and left.
Jessica locked the door behind him, slid to the floor, and finally let herself cry.
The next morning, she called a lawyer.
By afternoon, David was served with divorce papers.
He tried calling. Texting. Showed up at the house begging to talk.
Jessica changed the locks.
Three weeks later, Jessica’s lawyer called. “He wants to negotiate the settlement.”
“Tell him he can have his clothes and his PlayStation. Everything else is mine.”
“That’s not how—”
“I have photos,” Jessica interrupted. “Of Megan in our house. Wearing his shirt. Timestamps prove he brought her there while we were still married. If he wants to fight, I’ll make sure everyone knows what he did.”
David signed everything she wanted.
Six months later, Jessica heard through mutual friends that David and Megan had broken up.
Apparently, Megan had been seeing someone else on the side.
Jessica laughed when she heard.
“Karma,” she said, raising a glass of wine.
She’d moved on. Redecorated the house. Started dating again. Found someone who actually deserved her.
David had lost everything—his wife, his home, his dignity.
All because he’d thought he could have it all.
And Megan? She’d moved on to her next victim.
But Jessica? She’d learned a valuable lesson.
Some people aren’t worth a second chance.
And some betrayals are best answered with broken plates and locked doors.
She’d thrown him out along with the shattered ceramic.
And she’d never looked back.
