In the center of our today’s life story are complex family relationships that in one moment turn into betrayal and deceit.
The main character, Victor, is preparing for a long-awaited vacation abroad with his mistress. And he is absolutely sure that his secrets are well hidden from his wife. However, behind the external calm of his wife Clara lies suspicions and a carefully planned revenge.
Long tired of deception and lies from her husband, she decides to take the situation into her own hands. The spy game that Clara has been playing for a long time is now reaching the finish line, promising to shatter the illusion of family well-being into dust. Who will win in this spy game – the naive simpleton wife or the self-confident and self-sufficient husband? Today Victor was on cloud nine with happiness.
Finally, he would be able to spend a whole week with his beloved Lucy. There would be no more need to hide in rented apartments, secretly text like schoolkids, and pretend at work that they were connected only by professional matters.
In his car, there was already a voucher for two to Hawaii, the long-desired key to the awaited vacation with his beloved woman. And in his briefcase for his wife, there was a fake document “Business Trip Authorization to Miami,” where he was supposedly going to handle the purchase of new equipment for the company.
In the evening, Victor, as usual, came home. He kissed his wife Clara, checked his daughter’s diary, and, without showing his excitement for a moment, had dinner with the family, and with a very good appetite at that. Everything was going according to schedule, and every detail was carefully thought out. Before bed, while hugging his wife, he casually said, “Tomorrow I’m leaving for a week.
Will you miss me?” “Of course, I will,” replied Clara, suppressing a slight shadow of suspicions that occasionally surfaced in her mind. “And where are you going this time?” she asked softly, although she knew perfectly well that the answer would be standard. “Oh, not far, to Miami,” Victor replied indifferently.
The company decided to update the equipment, so I have to go. Clara had long suspected that her husband had a mistress, but she had no evidence. All her guesses remained just vague feelings. She carefully watched his behavior, looking for the slightest signs of infidelity, but each time he skillfully hid the traces…
Victor was cautious, and she understood that exposing him would be quite difficult. However, her feminine intuition told her that something about this story with the business trip to Miami was off.
For Clara, all this had long become like a spy game, a game in which she collected pieces of information, gradually putting them together into a single picture. At first, these were indirect clues, sudden business trips, strange phone calls, or sharply changed behavior of her husband.
But today she finally found something that directly pointed to his infidelity. Late in the evening, when Victor was already fast asleep, Clara, as had become her habit, went down to the garage to inspect her husband’s car and things. And there, finally, luck! She found the voucher, on which in black and white were written two names – Victor Thompson and Lucy Vargas.
Evidence of infidelity was in her hands, and now everything fell into place. Her Victor had made a gross mistake by leaving such an important document in plain sight. In the morning, when her husband was already getting ready for the business trip, Clara just quietly smirked to herself, barely holding back sarcasm. His latest lie now seemed simply ridiculous and funny.
“And what are you planning to change at the production?” she asked with slight annoyance, looking at her husband. “We’re opening a new workshop,” Victor replied impassively. “Now we’ll be printing different images on T-shirts. Imagine, I’ll make one with your photo, and I’ll wear it so you’re always with me.”
“Yeah, right,” Clara replied restrainedly, although inside she was almost laughing. “He’ll wear my photo, the treacherous cheater,” she thought. In her head, a clear plan for revenge had already formed, and now she knew for sure that soon an end would come to all his “business trips.” Victor was the owner of a large advertising agency and regularly traveled across the country on business.
Business trips had become part of his life, and for Clara – an eternal reason for suspicions. Lately, he was home no more than three times a week. Although the business brought good money and the family lacked nothing, Clara had long understood that no money could compensate for lies and betrayal. Until now, only financial comfort had held her back from divorce, but now she clearly saw that her patience had come to an end.
It was time to put an end to this double life. The revenge plan that had been maturing in her head promised to be not just a response to his infidelity, but a real fiasco for Victor. Clara had long thought about getting a lover herself, but always held back. The reason was the prenuptial agreement they had signed before the wedding.
This document, drawn up by the lawyer Ethan, a longtime friend of Victor’s, contained a small clause that if either spouse was caught in infidelity, they would lose all jointly acquired property in the divorce. Ten years ago, being a naive and in-love fool, Clara signed this contract without even thinking about the consequences. But Victor was already cunning and calculating back then. He perfectly understood that this contract could play into his hands in the future.
And only the insistent request of Clara’s parents, who helped him with money for business development, made him agree to these terms as well. It was this document that now held their marriage from final collapse. Divorce would mean for Clara the loss of everything – their house, the business, the money, everything they had built together over many years. But did she love Victor?..
Clara herself had long been unable to answer this question. Perhaps once, at the very beginning of their relationship, she felt something for him. But back then, she was more attracted by the idea of breaking free from her parents’ wing, getting pregnant, and finally starting a new life. Their little daughter Sophia was the only bright ray in this story.
Truth be told, Victor adored his daughter, literally blowing dust off her. He was a caring and attentive father. And Sophia was his main joy in life. But relations with Clara gradually began to fade.
That young, beautiful girl who once was a real treasure for Victor had now become just a boring part of his life. In her youth, she was like a beautiful toy to him, with a slim model’s figure, refined facial features, expressive blue eyes. He loved taking her to social events, proud of how others admired her beauty. But over time, this admiration turned into indifference.
And so Victor, long tired of domestic routine and monotony, found solace in other women. And one of them became Lucy. And Clara, watching their marriage fall apart, tried to keep face and peace in the house. For the sake of their daughter.
But now, with the found voucher for two, a plan began to form in her head on how to break out of this trap without losing everything. Victor always loved being the center of attention. He needed people around to admire him, and this only fueled his ego. He wore bright fashionable clothes that invariably attracted the gazes of others, and even bought himself an expensive sports car that loudly proclaimed his status.
Victor tried to surround himself with people of the same level, successful, rich, and influential. But if someone didn’t meet his standards, he didn’t hesitate to humiliate that person, thereby emphasizing his social and financial superiority. At the same time, Victor really worked a lot, putting all his soul and strength into business development. His advertising agency was thriving, and the number of clients grew every year.
One of the key players in this story was Lucy, his personal secretary-assistant. Victor hired her five years ago, and the choice was made more because of her appearance than her professional qualities. In terms of work, she was quite mediocre, but that didn’t bother her much. Lucy possessed what could overshadow any professional shortcomings – a complete absence of moral principles.
For money, she was ready to do a lot, and Victor quickly noticed this quality and used it to his advantage. With her help, the company significantly increased large contracts. How exactly Lucy achieved these contracts, Victor didn’t know, but he could guess well. She was a woman who always got her way.
With the burning appearance of a brunette, with a light Mediterranean tan, Lucy resembled a mulatto beauty from Hollywood movies. She knew how to drive men crazy and wasn’t shy about it, using her appearance for her own interests. Thanks to this, Lucy was the highest-paid employee in Victor’s company. She didn’t care at all that he was married and had a daughter.
But Lucy didn’t claim Clara’s place; she valued her personal freedom above all. And she didn’t want to tie herself with marriage or obligations. But despite this, she was loyal to Victor in her own way. After all, he once saved her mother by paying for an urgent operation that Lucy couldn’t afford.
This left a big mark on her attitude toward him. She even, perhaps, loved him in her own way, not as a man, but as a boss to whom she was grateful. And now, when their joint vacation in Hawaii was so close, Lucy was simply jubilant. She had long dreamed of escaping somewhere abroad where she could forget about everyday worries and enjoy luxury…
Victor became her ticket to a world where she could get everything at once. Lucy, despite her ambition and love for luxury, still stayed with Victor. Only her personal attachment to him held her back from going to someone with broader financial opportunities. Although to some extent, it was thanks to her that Victor’s fortune grew quite quickly.
Lucy knew how to manipulate situations and close profitable deals, which made her an important part of his success. In the morning, taking her pre-packed suitcase, Lucy called a taxi and headed to the airport, where Victor should already be waiting for her. She was anticipating their joint vacation, which promised to be bright and eventful. They were going to spend an unforgettable week away from all problems.
Meanwhile, Victor, having kissed his wife goodbye, was in high spirits. Anticipating a week of pleasures with Lucy, he was sure that everything was going according to plan. However, this time something in Clara’s behavior alerted him. Today she seemed somehow cold and detached, instead of the usual “have a good day, dear.”
She just stayed silent, seeing him off with some strange, almost wary look. This even slightly hurt Victor, but he quickly brushed off these thoughts. Deciding it was just his imagination, Clara had actually long realized that Victor was cheating on her. But now she had real evidence.
And in her soul, she was ready for decisive actions. Being a journalist by profession, she always knew how to dig deeper and seek the truth. And now her instincts told her that the moment of truth was near. But this work was never a source of income for her.
Her husband fully provided for her and the family, so she did journalism more for her own pleasure. She was a freelance correspondent for one of the fashion magazines. And although she published only occasionally, it gave her a sense of personal freedom and importance. Journalism added bright colors to her life and allowed her to feel needed.
Engaging in what she really liked. For her, it was not just a job; it was a way of expression, a challenge to society and to herself. Clara knew that a difficult trial awaited her ahead. But she was ready for it.
In her head, a whole plan was already building, and Victor didn’t even suspect that his perfect business trip could become the beginning of the end. When Victor left, leaving Clara alone, her soul was filled with anger and disappointment. She had long stopped feeling real feelings for him, and the trip with his mistress to Hawaii became the last straw. However, the revenge she carefully nurtured and thought out was not a spontaneous decision.
This was a detailed plan that she was going to bring to life. One of the key elements of her plan was Ethan, Victor’s longtime friend, who lately harbored a strong grudge against him. Ethan and Victor grew up together, and once their friendship seemed unbreakable. But since Victor became a successful and wealthy businessman, relations between them began to deteriorate…
Ethan, a lawyer by profession, was going through not the best times lately. Having lost several cases in a row, he faced financial difficulties, and when he urgently needed money for office rent, he turned to Victor for help. But Victor refused him with obvious cynicism, citing that all his money was invested in the business, and he couldn’t afford to spend it on such foolish trifles. The words were said with such arrogance and contempt that Ethan barely restrained himself from punching his former friend right in the face.
But he just turned around and left, without even shaking Victor’s hand goodbye. The grudge against Victor remained, deeply embedded in his soul. Clara had long been friends with Ethan, and in recent months, their communication had become especially close. She knew about the disagreements between him and Victor, and this became an important factor in her revenge plan.
Ethan was the person who knew all of Victor’s weak spots, both in personal life and in business. Clara had long wanted to discuss with him how to turn the situation to her advantage.
She understood that with his help, she could not only destroy Victor’s false well-being but also painlessly exit the marriage without losing any of their jointly acquired property. Now, when her Victor was far away, her revenge plan was set in motion.
She knew perfectly well that Victor had cheated on her more than once, but it was the trip with Lucy that became the catalyst accelerating her decision. Victor himself created all the conditions for her revenge, and Clara was not going to miss this chance. And so Clara saw her husband off on his business trip, sent her daughter Sophia to school, and immediately picked up the phone, and the first call was to Ethan. “Hi, Ethan!” she began without unnecessary formalities.
“Are you still wanting to get back at Victor for that humiliation?” “You bet I do! His smug face is still before my eyes!” Ethan replied, not hiding his irritation. “Great! Then pull up our prenuptial agreement.
And prepare the divorce papers. And what, is there already a reason?” Ethan asked with interest. “There will be in a few days.
He’s just left today with his mistress for vacation. Okay, Clara. But you understand that without direct evidence, I can’t push the case.
Evidence will be soon. Don’t worry!” Clara said confidently. “Good…
Then I’m waiting eagerly!” Ethan replied, clearly anticipating a very interesting development of events. As soon as Ethan hung up, Clara took the next step. She made a call to a familiar photographer from the magazine where she freelanced.
“Hi, Arthur! How about a free three-day vacation on the Pacific Ocean?” she asked with a sly smile. “Hi, Clara! Sounds very tempting!” Arthur replied with interest.
“But judging by your tone, not just for nothing?” “Of course not just for nothing. It’ll require a bit of work. All in your profile!” Clara explained.
“I’m always ready!” the photographer replied enthusiastically. “I’ll give you the name of the hotel where my husband is staying, and he won’t be alone there. If you get what I mean, I need photos and, preferably, as many spicy details as possible.” “Piece of cake!” Arthur agreed without hesitation.
“And you’ll send them to me by email?” “Well, you know. For that, it’s by the rate, Clara!” – going according to plan. Clara just smiled.
All that remained was to wait, and the wait did not disappoint Clara. Two days later, photos arrived in her email that she had wanted to see for so long. Her husband Victor, captured in the photos, passionately kissed Lucy. In other shots, they sat in a bar, smiling cheerfully and clearly enjoying each other’s company.
Clara received a whole pack of such pictures. “More than sufficient evidence of infidelity.” Without wasting time, she quickly forwarded all the photos to Ethan. “Ethan, how do you like this dirt? Will it do?” she asked with cold confidence.
“More than enough,” Ethan replied, pleased with the result. “According to your prenuptial agreement, right after the divorce, you’ll become the owner of Victor’s firm and all his assets, including the car. File the divorce petition immediately, and very soon all this will be yours. I’ll make sure the case goes quickly and smoothly.”
Clara was clearly satisfied. Everything was going according to her plan. Victor suspected nothing and was enjoying his vacation with Lucy. The ocean, discos, evening walks, and nights full of passion…
All this created a sense of paradise for them. They completely relaxed and forgot about all problems. But all good things come to an end someday. The next day, their vacation was supposed to end, and Victor had already begun mentally returning to reality.
When suddenly his phone vibrated unexpectedly, and he received a message that made him freeze. The message contained a short phrase: “In connection with the upcoming divorce, all your assets are frozen.” Victor stared at the phone screen in bewilderment, not knowing what to say. It was hard for him to believe what was happening.
His world seemed to collapse in an instant. Lucy, noticing his tense face, quickly looked over his shoulder. “What is it, dear?” she asked, seeing the message. “My wife’s schemes,” Victor growled, finally realizing what had happened.
And then his thoughts turned to that very prenuptial agreement he had signed many years ago, not giving it much importance back then. My God, this simpleton wife. She outmaneuvered him. Now Victor understood that upon returning home, not just an unpleasant conversation awaited him.
His life was changing rapidly, and all the problems were just beginning. When Victor returned home, the first thing he saw were photos from his vacation, neatly fanned out on the coffee table. His wife was sitting on the couch, carefully examining the pictures. In her hands was a photo where he was passionately kissing Lucy against a backdrop of lush palms.
The husband realized that everything was exposed, and a feeling of panic gripped him. “Hi, dear,” he said, entering the room, trying to give his voice its usual tone. “Hi. How’s the new equipment? Already working?” Clara asked impassively, not taking her eyes off the photo.
As if nothing had happened, Victor felt that lying further made no sense. He sighed heavily and, gathering his thoughts, said, “Forgive me, I was wrong. I deceived you.” That was all he could squeeze out.
His voice was weak, and there was no former confidence in it. “Oh, come on,” Clara replied calmly, setting aside the photo and looking him in the eyes. “I’m not offended. And you know why? Because now I’m my own boss…
And you’re back to zero.” Victor felt his world crumbling under the weight of her words. Accustomed to always being on top, he suddenly found himself in the position of a loser. “By the way, dear,” Clara added.
Her tone became colder. “After our divorce, you’ll be able to see our daughter only on weekends. I’ve already told her about your betrayal. And you know what? She herself doesn’t really want to see you.”
These last words from his wife hit Victor harder than anything. After all, he adored his daughter Sophia. And the thought that she might turn away from him was simply unbearable. Victor understood that his life would never be the same again.
When all the cards were revealed, Victor admitted that his carefully planned spy game had turned against him.
The illusion of control crumbled like a house of cards. While he was enjoying his romantic adventures, Clara was already playing out her plan with the skill of a cunning strategist. The wife’s revenge came unexpectedly but inevitably, forcing the husband to realize that he was just a pawn in someone else’s game.
Clara, cold-blooded and confident, got exactly what she wanted. And even more – the opportunity to put the final point on her terms. People say rightly that you shouldn’t rush revenge. After all, revenge is a dish best served cold.
