My Husband Didn’t Meet Me at the Airport Because His Friend’s Wife Asked Him to Pick Her up after Gym – I Taught Him a Perfect Lesson
“Yes. But let’s also teach him a lesson.” On the way home, I vented to Mark about all the times David had let me down for the sake of others, especially Jenny. Mark listened, his occasional nods and hums encouraging me. By the time we reached my house, I had a plan.
“Mark, come over for dinner tonight. I want to thank you properly,” I said as he carried my bags inside.
“Sure thing,” he replied, a knowing smile on his face.
I spent the rest of the afternoon preparing an elaborate meal, cooking all of David’s favorite dishes. I set the table beautifully, with candles and our best china. Mark arrived just as David walked through the door.
David’s face lit up when he saw the dinner spread, but his smile faded when he saw Mark. “What’s all this?” David asked, confused.
“Dinner, to thank Mark for being there when I needed him,” I replied. “Unlike some people I know.”
David flushed. Throughout dinner, I praised Mark’s reliability.
David squirmed. “I would’ve come, but Jenny needed a ride,” he muttered.
“And I needed my husband,” I shot back. “But you weren’t there.”
After dinner, I confronted David. “Do you see how it feels?”
