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My wife scheduled her affair partner's promotion party at our house.
I stared at the text she sent me: “Make sure the place is clean, it’s for Mark’s big promotion. Thanks, babe!” My stomach dropped. Our living room, our kitchen, all of it was going to host the guy she’s been cheating on me with. I pretended not to notice, but inside, a storm was brewing.
I spent the next hour “cleaning,” but really, I was preparing my own little surprise. The snacks? Laced with harmless but outrageous hot sauce. The ice cubes? Filled with little fake flies I’d ordered online. I even put a Bluetooth speaker under the table and queued up embarrassing ringtones and loud fart sounds. My plan: maximum chaos, zero violence, just public humiliation.
When the guests arrived, Mark looked smug, shaking hands and thanking my wife. I poured drinks, offered plates, and waited. Then the chaos began. First, someone bit into a sandwich and yelped. Then the ice cubes melted and tiny flies floated up, causing shrieks. The speaker hit full volume, blasting ridiculous sounds every few minutes. People were ducking, laughing nervously, some trying to escape.
Mark’s confident grin faded into red-faced panic. My wife kept apologizing, flustered. I just smiled politely, offered another drink, and said, “Don’t worry, it’s all part of the celebration.”
By the end of the night, Mark was gone, my wife fuming, and I had sat back, quietly victorious. Some parties are unforgettable—not for the reasons people expect.