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When Jennifer discovered an email inviting her husband to a glamorous New Year’s party with a plus-one option, her curiosity was instantly sparked. However, what she uncovered at the event shattered her trust and led to an unexpected turn of events.\n The sound of the laptop pinged, interrupting the movie we were watching. Oliver had just stepped away to the bathroom, leaving his laptop open on the coffee table.\n I couldn\u2019t help but glance at the screen.\n “Dear Mr. Oliver,\n We are excited to inform you that the New Year party is approaching! Dress code: White Party. You are welcome to bring a guest (your wife). Address…”\n His company had always had a strict no plus-one policy. Never once had they allowed it. But there it was, clearly written\u2014plus-one (your wife).\n When Oliver returned, I tried to remain calm, though my curiosity was growing. “Your office is hosting a New Year’s party?” I asked nonchalantly.\n “Yeah,” he said. “Nothing too fancy. Just the usual year-end gathering.”\n “Can I come?” I asked, tilting my head and smiling.\n “No, they don\u2019t allow guests. It\u2019s strictly for work.”\n I raised an eyebrow. “But the email said\u2014”\n “They don\u2019t, Jen. Trust me.” His voice was curt. “Anyway, I\u2019ll just be working that night. It\u2019s not a big deal.”\n That was the first time I sensed something off.\n New Year\u2019s Eve came, and I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my white dress. Why didn\u2019t he want me there? Was he ashamed? Hiding something from me?\n “Happy New Year, Jen!” he called as he grabbed his coat, planting a quick kiss on my cheek.\n “Happy New Year,” I replied, watching him leave.\n As soon as the door closed behind me, I grabbed my purse and headed out without hesitation.\n The hotel hosting the party sparkled like a gem against the night sky. A mix of nerves and determination accompanied me as I approached the reception desk.\n “May I have your name, please?” the manager asked with a polite smile.\n “Jennifer. I’m Oliver’s wife,” I said firmly.\n His smile faltered briefly as he glanced down at the list in front of him, then back at me. A chuckle escaped him. “Good one!”\n “I’m Jennifer,” I repeated, unwavering. “Oliver’s wife.”\n The manager’s expression shifted to one of unease. “Oh\u2026 uh\u2026” He hesitated, clearing his throat. “There might be a misunderstanding. Oliver already checked in\u2026 with his plus-one. His actual wife.”\n My chest tightened. “Excuse me?”\n “Yes, they arrived about 30 minutes ago. They always come together. I\u2019ve seen them at several events,” he added, wincing slightly as if expecting an outburst.\n “I’m his wife,” I said sharply, my voice firm.\n He looked as though he wanted to respond but stopped, his face filled with discomfort. “Let me double-check the guest list,” he offered nervously.\n And that\u2019s when I saw them. Oliver was with her\u2014a woman with long, dark hair, her arm draped casually over his shoulder. They were laughing together, leaning in close. Their intimacy was undeniable.\n “Ma’am?” the manager’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, gentle yet firm.\n I turned to him, my tone unnervingly calm. “There’s no need to check. I see him.”\n I had no plan, no clear idea of what to do next. But one thing was certain\u2014Oliver would regret this.\n The following morning, just as I poured my first cup of coffee, the phone rang. My anger from last night still simmered, and I nearly let it go to voicemail. But something compelled me to answer.\n “Is this Mr. Oliver’s wife?” a calm, professional voice asked.\n “Yes,” I replied, my stomach knotting.\n “This is Mercy Hospital. Your husband was in a car accident early this morning. He’s stable, but we need you to come in immediately.”\n “A car accident?” I stammered, my heart racing. “Is he\u2026 is he alright?”\n “He has a concussion and a broken arm. There are complications we’ll explain when you arrive.”\n The antiseptic scent of the hospital struck me as I entered the waiting room.\n “Jennifer?” A doctor approached me, clipboard in hand.\n “Yes. Is Oliver okay?”\n “He’s stable, but there’s a significant issue we need to discuss,” the doctor said, gesturing for me to take a seat. “His arm is severely fractured. Without surgery, there\u2019s a risk of permanent damage. However, his insurance policy lapsed last month. As his spouse, you can authorize the procedure and arrange payment.”\n I blinked, struggling to process his words. “His insurance\u2026 lapsed? Why didn\u2019t he renew it?”\n The doctor gave a slight shake of his head. “I can’t say, but time is critical. Will you authorize the surgery?”\n Moments later, I stepped into Oliver\u2019s hospital room. The sight of him\u2014pale and frail\u2014startled me.\n “Jen,” he croaked, his voice barely audible.\n I stayed by the door, my posture rigid. “Oliver.”\n His eyes pleaded with mine. “I know you\u2019re angry, but please\u2026 hear me out. It\u2019s not what you think.”\n My voice was as cold as ice. “Oh, it\u2019s exactly what I think. You lied to me. You\u2019ve been lying to me. And last night, I saw you with her. You brought her to the party, didn\u2019t you?”\n His face turned ghostly pale. “I can explain\u2014”\n “I don\u2019t want your explanations,” I interrupted sharply. “The doctor says you need surgery, but your insurance lapsed. That seems like something your real wife should handle.”\n “Jen, please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I made a mistake. Just sign the papers.”\n “No, Oliver,” I said, steady and unyielding. “You made your choices. Now, you can live with them.”\n Without another word, I turned and walked out of the room. I didn\u2019t look back.\n Days later, the hospital called again. This time, it was Oliver on the line.\n “Jen, please,” he begged, his voice strained and barely recognizable. “She didn\u2019t come. I\u2019m alone. I need you.”\n I didn\u2019t respond.\n “Jen?” he whispered desperately.\n “You made your choice, Oliver,” I replied, my voice unwavering. “Now deal with the consequences.”\n I ended the call and blocked his number.\n Over the following weeks, I heard through mutual acquaintances that Oliver\u2019s life was unraveling. His affair had become office gossip, and his career was crumbling.\n But I felt no pity. Instead, I felt liberated.\n For too long, I had been Jennifer, the devoted wife. But now, Jen was stepping into her own power\u2014and she wasn\u2019t looking back.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When Jennifer discovered an email inviting her husband to a glamorous New Year’s party with a plus-one option, her curiosity was instantly sparked. However, what she uncovered at the event shattered her trust and led to an unexpected turn of events. The sound of the laptop pinged, interrupting the movie we were watching. 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