When my husband came home with another woman and announced he wanted her as his second wife, I thought it was a joke. But when I realized he was serious, I agreed on one condition—something he never saw coming.
Jack, my husband of eight years, had been acting strangely. He’d always jumped from one obsession to another, but this time he talked about “alternative lifestyles.” I brushed it off until he asked if we could use “extra help” around the house.
One evening, he introduced me to Claire and said, “Claire is going to be my second wife.” I laughed, thinking he was kidding, but he was serious. He claimed it was more practical than having a mistress.
At first, I was shocked. Then I smiled and said, “Sure, you can have a second wife—but I want a second husband.” Jack was stunned. “That’s not how it works,” he said. I replied, “Why not?”
By morning, Jack regretted everything. But I wasn’t done. I created a dating profile and soon had dozens of messages. The next day, I packed my bags and left. Jack’s calls went unanswered—and even Claire ghosted him. He should’ve thought twice.
