Wife Catches Husband with Mistress at Home, Hatches a Clever Revenge Plan – Story of the Day

Kate and Ryan are playing a naughty game of cops and robbers when Ryan's wife arrives home. Desperate to downplay the situation, Kate, dressed as a police officer, announces that Ryan is a murder suspect.

In the dimly lit entrance hallway of Ryan's home, a tension-laden scene unfolds. The air is thick with the scent of uncertainty as Ryan, seated on the staircase landing, finds himself at the mercy of Officer Kate. Clad in a dubious police uniform, Kate slowly licks her lips and leans in close to Ryan.

“You’ve been a very bad man and I’m going to arrest you, mister, right now,” Kate says in a husky whisper.

She swiftly affixes the handcuffs to one of Ryan's wrists, then secures the other one to the banister behind him. She slowly squats over him, hovering over his lap.

“I’m sorry, officer,” Ryan whispers, “but there must be something I can do to convince you to release me.”

Kate smiles and presses a finger against Ryan’s chin. The atmosphere grows charged, an unspoken tension hanging in the air. Then the front door swung open.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Kate and Ryan stared at each other in shock, their eyes reflecting the shared realization of impending trouble. The atmosphere tensed as the woman, blissfully unaware, sidled through the front door, her entrance casting an unexpected shadow over the room.

“Who is that?” Kate asked, her voice hushed but urgent.

“That’s my wife! Quick, uncuff me,” Ryan urged, his eyes pleading with Kate.

In the dim light, Kate nervously fumbled with the keys, her hands betraying a subtle tremor. Time slipped away, and with a resigned sigh, she abandoned her efforts. Straightening up, she adopted a stiff, authoritarian pose, masking her unease behind a stern glower.

Dory, oblivious to the unfolding drama, looked up, casting a curious gaze as she strolled toward the foot of the staircase. The dim light played on their faces, accentuating the uncertainty that hung in the confined space.

"What is going on here?" Dory's voice reverberated, creating ripples of tension that lingered in the air.

Ryan was trapped, but he’d been hiding his mistress from Dory for months now and there was no way he was going to be caught out now. He widened his eyes and feigned indignation as he turned to speak to Dory.

"Babe, I have no idea. I was just watching TV when this woman burst into our house, cuffed me, and started harassing me! It’s unbelievable."

“Yeah, it is,” Dory said. She stepped closer, her eyes darting between Ryan and the perplexed stranger, Kate. “Officer, why did you do this to my husband?”

"I-I did those things because…because your husband... is a suspect in a murder case," Kate stammered awkwardly, her attempt at conviction falling short.

The weight of the revelation lingered in the air like an unresolved chord, intensifying the strangeness of the scene.

“What?” Dory cried. “Ryan, is she joking?"

Ryan shot Kate a look of annoyance, expecting a better lie. Dory, outraged, sought confirmation, her gaze flickering from her husband to the awkward policewoman standing over him.

“She's not joking,” Ryan responded, barely hiding his sarcasm, “Out of all the crimes in the criminal code, from petty theft to fraud, I am a suspected murderer.”

Kate was trying her best to think on her feet. "But my investigation has revealed that your husband was falsely accused. You are free to go, sir!" she stammered, awkwardly saluting Ryan.

Gesturing towards Dory, Ryan emphasized his innocence. "See? Yeah, falsely accused."

Desperation tinged Kate's voice as she grabbed the radio attached to her uniform. No radio static sounded in the hallway as she spoke into it. "Yeah, uh, Roger, the man is clean. So come back here and take me out of here. Got it."

Ryan pointed at his handcuffed wrist. “Don’t forget to unlock these handcuffs, Officer Kate.”

“Of course!” Kate fumbled.

Kate bent over to unlock the handcuffs, but Dory shyly stepped forward and raised her hand, gesturing to attract Kate’s attention.

"Uh, Officer?" Dory said. “Could you wait a minute, please?”

Caught in the middle, Kate straightened up uncertainly. The harsh hallway light accentuated her discomfort, her uniform feeling like an ill-fitting costume.

"Yes, yes," Kate smiled hesitantly. “What is the problem, Ma’am? Your husband was falsely accused so I need to release him.”

Dory, displaying a hint of suspicion, hesitated.

"Um, I think the handcuffs should stay on for the moment," she said.

“What?” Ryan protested in shock, his eyes darting between the two women.

The air thickened with uncertainty, a palpable tension enveloping the trio.

“Can we speak in private?” Dory continued as she walked up the stairs. She gestured to the glass doors behind Kate that led into a covered patio.

“Uh, yes, of course, Ma’am,” Kate replied.

Kate glanced at Ryan as she followed Dory into the room. She was stuck now, forced to play the role of a police officer investigating a crime, or face the consequences of being exposed as Ryan’s mistress.

The enclosed porch had become a clandestine chamber, its intimate space amplifying the tension between Dory and Kate. The glass door, shutting out the rest of the world, distorted the view of Ryan, still handcuffed to the banister, a mere spectator to the unfolding drama.

"My husband has been behaving really strange lately. I think he’s hiding something from me," Dory confessed, her eyes fixed on Kate. The tension was palpable, charged with unspoken accusations.

"Oh, no, Ma'am,” Kate reassured Dory with a bright smile. “Believe me, I investigated him, through and through."

Kate glanced at Ryan through the glass door panels then. She certainly had checked him out through and through, from head to toe, multiple times. Ryan grinned back at her, a silent acknowledgment of the surreal scene.

“No, no. I mean, he's been sneaking out in the evenings lately,” Dory leaned closer as she whispered. “And two days ago, I found this in his pocket.”

Dory reached into her handbag, revealing a necklace dangling on a slender silver chain. The pendant was a plain disc with scrollwork around the edges. The name ‘Kate’ engraved in the center caught the dim light, a glimmer of revelation.

"That's so sweet," Kate stammered as she studied the necklace.

She was so touched by the gift Ryan had obviously planned to give her that she momentarily forgot to maintain her facade.

“I mean, it seems like a sweet gift to me… well, not for me, but for you…” Kate continued. “Your husband bought a nice gift for you. What’s wrong with that?”

Dory, narrowed her eyes into a glare. "Yes, it would have been a very sweet gift if it had Dory on it, which is my name."

The irony hung thick in the air as Kate grappled with the weight of the accusation. For a heart-stopping moment, Kate was convinced she’d just been caught out. Caught in her own awkwardness, she chuckled nervously.

Dory, unfazed, continued, “I was very confused at first, Officer, and even began to worry that my husband was having an affair, but now I realize the truth behind this necklace is far more ominous. This necklace is clearly a trophy. I think that he took this from an innocent girl named Kate after he murdered her.”

"No, Ma'am. Believe me, I've checked him. He's clean. It was a false accusation," Kate insisted, her tone betraying her unease.

The rhythmic clinking of the handcuffs against the banister punctuated the uneasy exchange. Kate glanced at Ryan. Their spicy little game of Cops and Robbers had certainly taken an unexpected turn and Kate wanted to get out of that house as quickly as possible.

"Or, the person who accused him withdrew the charge out of fear… fear that they would be next!” Dory stared at Kate with wide eyes. “Right now, you need to check the house for evidence."

"Nah, no need to. I think I should go," Kate replied with a dismissive wave, attempting to extricate herself from the unforeseen and highly uncomfortable situation she found herself in.

Kate started toward the door. Undeterred, Dory pulled out her phone.

"Smile," Dory cried, her phone clicking as she captured a photo of Kate.

Kate smiled automatically, then froze as the flash illuminated the enclosed porch and momentarily blinded her.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Kate asked, her tone now laced with suspicion and shock.

"Well, I don't think that an officer who's willing to leave a murder suspect at the crime scene and refuses to search for evidence is a very professional one," Dory retorted, gesturing to Ryan. “I’ll need your badge number too, please.”

Ryan, seated on the other side of the door, blew Dory a kiss in response to her gesture. A fatuous grin was still fixed to his face and he was clearly oblivious to the tense situation playing out in the room across from him.

"So, you’re questioning my professionalism? Really, Ma’am?" Kate replied fiercely.

Dory's grin and nod left Kate annoyed and pondering her options, the confined porch now a battleground of conflicting narratives. She’d put everything she had into her cop performance and to have this woman insult her performance was unacceptable. On top of that, there was no way she’d be able to present this woman with her badge number.

There was only one thing Kate could do now.

"Okay, I will check the whole house again," Kate conceded with a sigh.

Dory nodded, satisfied with the unfolding power play. "Let's do this."

Dory reached into her handbag and removed a handgun equipped with a silencer. The metallic glint of the weapon caught the muted light, a chilling revelation that drew a frightened gasp from Kate. She hurriedly backed away from Dory.

"What the hell is that?" Kate jabbed her finger at the weapon. The tension escalates, and the air grows heavy with unspoken fears.

Dory shrugged. "This is a birthday present from my sister."

Dory confidently met Kate’s gaze as she tucked the weapon beneath her cardigan. Kate, horrified, struggled to process this sudden turn of events.

Back on the other side of the door, Ryan frowned, attempting to discern the unfolding situation. Dory strode to the door and opened it. She shot Ryan a suspicious glance before leading the way up the stairs. Kate had no choice but to follow.

"What did you two talk about?” Ryan asked. He gestured to Dory as she strode past. “What are you hiding under there? What’s going on?"

Dory side-eyed her captive husband, but kept on walking. Kate trailed behind her, unwilling but out of options.

The women proceeded up the stairs without answering, leaving Ryan desperate for information. He caught Kate’s eye, pointed to the handcuff keys dangling from her fingers, and gestured to her to give them to him.

Kate, still in shock and wary about doing anything that would draw Dory’s attention, ignored him until they reached the top landing. She then hurriedly tossed the keys down to him.

Ryan reached out to snatch them from the air, but failed. The keys skidded across the floor into the covered porch. He turned to ask Kate for help, but she was already out of sight. Ryan was out of luck. He turned his attention to the keys, stretching along the floor in a desperate attempt to reach them with his foot.

Dory drew her gun and the led the charge into the bedroom she and Ryan shared. Kate followed, a hesitant shadow in the dimly lit room.

"Look carefully, Officer Kate, he could have hidden the evidence of his dirty deeds anywhere," Dory instructed.

Gun held out in front of her, Dory swept the obviously empty room like a woman who had watched far too many crime series on TV. Kate, by contrast, lingered near the door. She raised a hand to adjust her hat, got her elbow tangled in the cord connected to the radio attached to her shoulder, and fought to free herself.

“Yeah, these murder suspects hide their evidence all over the place,” Kate replied, attempting to mimic the seriousness in Dory's demeanor.

Dory threw open the closet doors and took aim at the clothes hanging inside. “If Ryan knew how to work the washing machine, I’d suggest you test his clothes for signs of blood,” she said.

Kate, painfully aware of her stationery pose near the door, turned to the chest of drawers nearby. The shock of discovering that Dory carried a gun had momentarily made her forget the woman’s accusations of incompetence, but they came back to her now. She crouched down to open the bottom drawer, but it wouldn’t budge.

As Kate grappled with the uncooperative chest of drawers near the door, Dory approached the bed. She gripped the bedcovers tightly, then flung them open with one swift motion. She leaned in close as she proceeded to examine the bedding.

"Look," Dory strode toward Kate, holding up something nearly invisible between her fingers. “This is just the sort of damning evidence we’re looking for, Officer Kate.”

Kate turned to face Dory, who presented the barely visible evidence with a theatrical flourish.

“What is it?” Kate asked.

"I found a hair in my bed," Dory announced.

Kate squinted at Dory’s fingers. She couldn’t see anything, but was all too aware that the hair might belong to her. She glanced at Dory.

"But, uh, it's just a hair," Kate replied, attempting to downplay the significance.

"It’s evidence!” Dory insisted, the gravity of her words echoing in the room. “I know this isn’t one of my hairs. He must’ve brought that poor girl here, to our bed, and tortured her before killing her!”

"No, Ma'am. As I said, he was falsely accused. He couldn't do that," Kate countered, a smile playing on her lips.

“Then how do you explain this?” Dory waved the hair.

Kate shrugged. “Uh, maybe he has a lover and the hair belongs to her.”

Unconvinced, Dory gestured with the gun as she outlined her theory. "I think he could make it look like he has a lover. Maybe he even brought her here as a lover, and then, after having his way with her, he wrestled her down into the basement where he tortured her before finally murdering the poor girl."

As Dory circled around Kate, she ran the gun's barrel across her shoulders, a chilling reminder of who held the upper hand in the dimly lit room.

“And you really think your husband is capable of doing such a thing?” Kate asked.

"They say you never know what a man is capable of, and that it’s always the people you least suspect.” Dory bit her lower lip and nodded. “Yeah, he could torture her. He could make her feel excruciating pain.” She held up the hair as a macabre trophy. "This could be you, Officer Kate."

Kate was beginning to think that Ryan’s wife was just a little unhinged. No wonder he’d gone looking for fun with other women if he was bound to such an intense and paranoid wife. Playing Cops and Robbers with Dory would be a disaster, and probably require multiple safewords to ensure nobody wound up hurt.

"Um, ma'am, I think you should give this to me,” Kate said, frowning as she reached for the hair. “I’ll take this to the police station and, uh, give it to the evidence guys."

Kate hurriedly stuffed the hair in her pocket, desperate to get it out of sight as quickly as possible so Dory would stop fixating on it. However, it took several failed attempts before she realized the pockets weren’t actually a functional part of her police officer costume. The fabric was sewn shut.

She smiled at Dory, who’d silently watched her struggle with raised eyebrows, and put the hair into the pocket on the front of her shirt instead. She patted the pocket afterward.

“See, now it’s safely stored and ready to be filed as evidence,” Kate proclaimed.

"Good, because you’ll need every piece of evidence we can find to build a watertight case. My husband is a very dangerous man, and he's also very smart. He could even outsmart Stephen Hawking himself," Dory insisted.

Meanwhile, Ryan, still handcuffed to the banister, engaged in a comical contortionist act as he attempted to reach the handcuff keys lying just beyond his reach. His body twisted and turned like a human pretzel, each attempt to grab the elusive keys mirroring the hilarity of a clumsy ballet.

In this peculiar dance of keys and cuffed wrists, Ryan's efforts stood as a living contradiction to Dory's portrayal of him as a mastermind with a dark side. It seemed as though the only person he was capable of torturing was himself.

Finally, Ryan glanced around in search of a tool that could help him. After several, fruitless moments, his gaze dropped to his belt. With a triumphant grin, he quickly removed the leather strap.

Ryan threw out his belt multiple times in an effort to fish for the keys, and finally, the ring caught in one of the buckle holes. He gradually started reeling them in. The sound of footsteps on the stairs compelled him to quickly abandon his escape plans.

Dory gracefully descended the stairs, her cardigan concealing the firearm once again. Her eyes, though, told a tale of suspicion and determination. Kate followed, a wary observer caught between the absurdity of Ryan's antics and the intrigue of the unfolding drama.

"Officer, can I go already? Am I free? I mean, come on," Ryan pleaded, his desperation apparent as he stared up at Kate.

While Ryan was giving his mistress puppy-dog eyes, Dory reached the landing. She whirled around and drew her gun from beneath her cardigan in one motion before aiming the weapon at Ryan. His plea turned into a terrified squeal.

"You’re not going anywhere until you confess, Ryan. Where is she?" Dory shouted, the gun pointed at him with unwavering determination.

"What are you talking about? Put the gun down, please," Ryan pleaded, fear evident in his voice, the room now a crucible of conflicting emotions.

“No way!” Dory replied, her expression grim. “What did you do with the girl you murdered? I know she was in this house… did you hide her body in the yard? Speak, Ryan!”

“I didn’t do any of those things,” Ryan wailed. “I was falsely accused, remember?”

“So, you want to play hardball, huh?” Dory said.

Dory turned to Kate. "Shall we play good cop, bad cop, huh, partner? What do you think will work best on him? Stun gun or taser?"

Kate blinked at Dory, stunned that she was now being recruited to torture a confession out of Ryan. She glanced down at Ryan, desperate for him to somehow rescue her from his crazy wife.

"A taser?" Ryan sputtered. “Since when do you own a taser?”

"It was an anniversary present from my sister, Sarah," Dory said. She jabbed the gun at him. "You, get ready to confess now, because I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get the truth out of you.”

Dory whirled away and stomped into the covered patio. She snatched up her handbag, which she’d left on the table earlier, and started rifling through it. Behind her back, Ryan whispered urgently to Kate.

“What on earth is she talking about? You have to get me out of here!”

But Kate offered Ryan no solace. She’d never been in a situation like this before and had no idea how to handle it. She glanced at the front door and wondered if she could make a run for it before Dory returned, but she couldn’t just abandon Ryan.

Dory returned with a taser in her hand. Ryan shrank back against the banister with a look of horror.

"So, this is your last chance to confess,” Dory declared, pointing at the taser. “Do the right thing, Ryan, or this little baby is gonna make your hit notes higher than Mariah."

The buzz of electricity filled the hallway as Dory activated the taser, the sound mingling with Ryan’s shriek. Dory laughed.

“Confess, Ryan!” Dory commanded as she stalked closer, holding the taser ominously before her.

"Baby, please. Please don't do this," Ryan pleaded, a mixture of fear and desperation in his voice. He raised his hand in front of him and turned his head away.

Kate slammed her hands down over her ears, desperate to block out the threatening buzz of Dory’s taser.

"Oh my God, don’t do this!" she squealed as she cringed away from the unfolding spectacle.

"Confess what?" Ryan questions frantically, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. “What did I do? What do you want from me?”

“You know exactly what you’ve done,” Dory snarled. The ambient light from the taser cast a flickering glow across her face as she lowered the taser dangerously close to Ryan's groin. “Now say it! Confess!”

Kate screamed as she watched Dory close in on Ryan, afraid of what she was about to witness. Ryan squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the worst. As the sound of the taser grew closer and closer, he did the only thing he could do to preserve his manhood.

"Okay, I confess!" Ryan shrieked. “I did it. You’re right; I’m guilty!”

Dory laughed and straightened up. She raised a recording device and waggled it in front of Ryan’s face.

“Now, I’ve got you,” she said. Tears glistened in her eyes. “You rotten, no-good… How could I ever trust you?”

She whirled away, abandoning her captive husband and a shell-shocked Kate on the landing. The atmosphere in the hallway hung heavy with the aftermath of Ryan’s coerced admission. Kate, standing frozen nearby with her hands still pressed tight against her ears, kept her gaze fixed firmly on the floor as she contemplated the life choices that had led her to this point.

Ryan, panting in the aftermath of an intense adrenalin rush, desperately reached out to her.

"Baby? Kate?" Ryan waved his hand, attempting to break her out of her obvious shock. “Hello? Kate!”

Kate’s gaze flickered to Ryan. A look of shared bewilderment passed between them and she slowly lowered her hands from her face.

"Kate, listen to me. I need you to go after her," Ryan urged while gesturing in the direction Dory took when she left. “You have to get that recorder from her.”

The weight of Ryan's instructions settled on Kate, and her expression turned somber as she contemplated the gravity of the situation.

"But first of all, give me the keys," Ryan pointed to the keys lying just out of his reach on the floor nearby.

Kate looked from Ryan to the keys and back again. She thought of the necklace Dory had shown her earlier, and how pleased she’d been to inadvertently discover that Ryan had bought her such a kind gift. But was their relationship really worth all of this?

“Come on, Kate!” Ryan hissed. “Please, baby.”

The desperation in her lover’s plea was too much for her to bear. She glanced longingly at the front door as she bent to pick up the handcuff keys. She could leave now, but her heart wouldn’t allow it.

Instead, she gave Ryan the keys and then set off in search of his wife. She’d get that recorder, and then Ryan could use it as evidence to prove that he was married to a nutcase. They could get a divorce and then she and Ryan could live happily ever after… in Canada, or Europe, maybe even Africa. It made no difference so long as they were far away from this mad woman.

Kate set off to find Dory. The echo of her sobs soon led the other woman to the sitting room. With a renewed air of determination and resolve, she approached the sofa.

Dory sat on the sofa, staring at the recorder in her hands. The gun, neatly placed on a doily, seemed to symbolize a peculiar calm amid the storm. Kate approached slowly and sat beside her. Adjusting the baton on her belt awkwardly, she looked at Dory.

"Mrs. Gordon..."

Dory met Kate's gaze and played the recording of Ryan's desperate confession, filling the room with his anguished words.

"Yeah…” Kate said, embarrassed on Ryan’s behalf as she listened to his high-pitched shriek. “But you know what, Mrs. Gordon? Everything..."

The recording played again, interrupting Kate. She closed her hand around the device, and Dory’s hand, and feigned a comforting grip.

“It’s going to be okay.” Kate smiled as she attempted to pry the recorder away. “Just give this to me and I’ll… place it in evidence.”

But Dory resisted She held onto the tangible proof of Ryan's admission with a fierce grip and glared balefully at Kate.

"Everything will turn out all right. You've been a strong woman." Kate tried once more to retrieve the recorder, but all attempts to remove it from Dory's grasp were futile. "Yeah, a very strong woman."

Dory pulled away from Kate and pocketed the recording device. Kate faked a soothing smile as she tried to come up with a new plan. This woman’s moods seemed to change as rapidly as the wind.

"Listen, I know this has been a tense situation, but it’s time to try to put it behind you.” She gestured to the gun on the table. “And all these guns and tasers..."

Dory snapped around to stare at Kate. Her eyes flickered with a mix of suspicion and fear.

“I just found out that I’m married to a man who tortures and murders innocent young women,” Dory said. “He’s definitely going to try to escape and I intend to be prepared for that moment.”

"No, he wouldn't,” Kate replied confidently. “He’s safely secured to that banister.”

But Dory was unconvinced.

“I used his keys for the front door when I went out this morning, and I locked it when I came home so he can’t get out that way. He could try to go through the back door, but the keys got jammed again, and he didn't fix it," Dory leaned in conspiratorially, sharing her suspicions with Kate. "He killed an innocent girl instead. Yeah."

In the shadows, Ryan crept into the sitting room, eyeing Dory and Kate on the sofa. He slowly started to tiptoe across the room.

“And besides, he’ll have to sneak past me first!” Dory declared. “And I have ears like a bat.”

“A bat?” Kate asked.

“Yes.” Dory nodded confidently. “My hearing is excellent and I’ll know the minute he tries to sneak past me.”

At that moment, Ryan, who had already made it across the sitting room and had entered the kitchen, accidentally bumped into a stool in the kitchen, drawing the attention of both women.

"Did you hear something?" Dory's gaze shifted toward the kitchen.

"Nope. Nothing. It's all just stress." Kate diverted Dory's attention, allowing Ryan to rise from his hiding place. As he continued toward the window, Kate kept Dory engaged.

"What am I gonna do? And he's stuck in this house with no way."

Ryan, opening the window above the sink, inadvertently turned on the coffee machine. The sound echoed through the room, prompting Dory and Kate to spin around once more.

"Coffee?" Ryan offered nervously.

Dory, rising from the sofa, seized the gun, aiming it at Ryan as she approached. He raised his arms in surrender.

"I'll give you a coffee. It will be the last coffee in your life."

"Baby, let's be reasonable. Yeah. Put the gun down. Come on," Ryan pleaded, facing the impending confrontation.

"I'm not letting you go, you murderer."

A sudden command broke the tension.

"Freeze!"

Two police officers burst into the kitchen, passing a shocked Kate. Guns drawn, their focus zeroed in on the charged atmosphere between Dory and Ryan.

"Officer?"

"Oh, finally, guys, you're here. He almost ran away."

"You called us, sis? What’s the emergency," said the female cop, who also happened to be Dory’s sister.

"What's happening is that my husband killed a person."

Dory played the damning confession once more. Ryan, sensing the inevitability of his fate, lowered his arms.

"No, that's a lie. I mean..." Ryan's defense dwindled. "All right, hold up. You know what? Fine. I confess, but now for real. Me and Kate are lovers, all right?"

Shock rippled across the faces of both police officers. Kate, attempting innocence, stood just behind them. Dory, triumphant, faced Ryan.

"There you go. Can you please put the gun down now?"

"Dory, put the gun down. Sarah," said the male cop, addressing his partner, "tell your sister to put the gun down."

"Yeah, it's a fake gun. I gave it to her for her birthday."

Dory shrugged, placing the gun on the kitchen counter. As the truth unraveled, Dory turned to Ryan.

"I knew all along that you were cheating on me, Donald. Sis, please get him and this intruder out of here."

With swift efficiency, the male cop arrested Ryan, while the female cop took charge of Kate. As they were led away, Dory watched, the echoes of deceit fading in the wake of revelation.

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