My Pothos Exposed My Husband's Mistress
I spent three years on a medical aid mission in Afrikad. During that time, my husband and I could only video call twice a year.
In our third year, I missed him so much that I secretly flew home, hoping to surprise him. The moment I opened the front door, I froze. A wedding portrait I had never seen before hung in the living room. In the photo were my husband and another woman.
Then, I heard a burst of chatter. As I looked closer, I realized the plants in the house had started talking again. The pothos stretched its vines toward the living room. “She’s back! She’s back! That woman is wearing the doctor’s pajamas again!”
The spider plant snickered, “She claimed they were a gift from her best friend last week. That old hag comes up with a new story every few days.”
The cactus grumbled, “Quit arguing. She’s bringing that other man over for dinner today. How do you think she’ll explain this to her husband this time?”
The pothos replied, “She’ll probably call him her cousin. That’s what she said last time.”
Just then, a woman walked out carrying a child. She was startled for a moment when she saw me. “Who are you?”
I gave her a faint smile. “I'm Justin's mother.”