I Found a Christmas Gift in My Husband’s Closet, but It Had His Mistress’s Name on It – So I Switched It to Get Revenge

Finding a hidden Christmas gift is supposed to bring excitement and joy — but what if the tag reveals a name that shatters your trust? One woman’s discovery turned heartbreak into a bold act of revenge that’s equal parts shocking and satisfying.

Two days before Christmas, I found a hidden gift box in my husband’s closet meant for his mistress. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I planned the “perfect” surprise instead, one they’d never forget.

I never thought I’d be the type of woman who’d get creative with payback, but life has a way of surprising you. Just like finding that little red gift box in my husband’s closet surprised me. Now, sitting here with a glass of wine, I can’t help but smile at how perfectly my Christmas surprise turned out.

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

The first sign something was wrong came a month before Christmas. Jimmy started working late… really late. The kind of late that makes you wonder if your husband’s office actually has a bed hidden somewhere.

Then, one day, out of the blue, he was already home. Weird.

“Hey, you’re home early! I took half a day off today. Headache. So, how was the meeting with the client” his voice echoed from the kitchen as I walked through our front door at 7 p.m. These days, that counts as early.

I dropped my keys in the ceramic bowl we’d bought on our honeymoon. “Yeah, the meeting was fine.”

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A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

The house felt empty despite the Christmas decorations I’d put up — the garland along the stairs, the wreaths on every door, and the giant tree in our living room that I’d decorated alone while Jimmy worked another late night.

“I made pasta,” he called out. “Want some?”

“Already ate.” I headed upstairs, my footsteps heavy on the wooden stairs. “Got a headache. Think I’ll turn in early.”

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A woman ascending upstairs | Source: Midjourney

That night, I lay awake listening to Jimmy’s steady breathing beside me, wondering when exactly we’d become strangers who shared a bed. Five years of marriage, no kids yet. We’d been “waiting for the right time.”

Now, I wondered if there’d ever be one.

My mom had warned me about marrying young. “You’re only 23, Alina,” she’d said. “What’s the rush?”

But I’d been so sure. Jimmy was different. He was special. He was… well, currently getting a text at 2 a.m. that made his phone light up the darkness of our bedroom.

A man using a smartphone in his bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A man using a smartphone in his bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Two days before Christmas, I finally tackled Jimmy’s disaster of a home office and then started cleaning his closet. Between the messy clothes, tangled charging cables, and abandoned gym gear, something caught my eye.

It was a red gift box tucked behind some of his winter coats.

My heart skipped. Maybe I’d been wrong. Maybe he’d planned a surprise. Maybe all those late nights were just him working hard to afford something special for me.

Then I saw the note attached with a pristine silver ribbon: “LOVE YOU, JULIE!”

Here’s the heartbreaker: My name IS NOT JULIE!

A red gift box | Source: Midjourney

A red gift box | Source: Midjourney

The world didn’t stop spinning. My hands didn’t shake. Instead, a strange calm washed over me as I opened the box to find a diamond necklace — the exact one I’d shown him months ago during our anniversary dinner.

“Look how beautiful that is,” I’d said, pointing to the jewelry store window.

“Too expensive,” he’d replied, barely glancing up from his phone.

Apparently not too expensive for Julie, though!

A heartbroken woman holding a red gift box | Source: Midjourney

A heartbroken woman holding a red gift box | Source: Midjourney

I pulled out my phone and dialed Mark, my furniture-fixing friend from college. “Remember when you said you owe me for helping with your divorce paperwork? Time to cash in that favor.”

“Alina? Everything okay?”

“Not really. How good are you at modifying gift boxes?”

Mark’s workshop smelled like sawdust and revenge when I visited. He whistled as he examined the box. “You sure about this, Alina? Once we modify it, we can’t—”

“Absolutely.” I handed him a small canister that contained my secret recipe for revenge. “Make it count.”

A woman holding a small canister | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a small canister | Source: Midjourney

“It’ll trigger the moment anyone lifts the lid more than an inch.” He demonstrated the mechanism with careful hands. “Spring-loaded, just like you asked. It will hit everything within a three-foot radius. Industrial grade stuff.”

I smiled, imagining the scene. “Perfect!”

“Want to tell me who it’s for?”

“Let’s just say someone’s getting an extra special Christmas surprise this year.”

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

That evening, I returned the gift box to its hiding spot, right where Jimmy would expect to find it. Now came the hard part… waiting.

Christmas morning dawned bright and cold. I’d always loved the magic, anticipation, and joy of Christmas. This year, I felt a different kind of anticipation as I watched from the kitchen while Jimmy grabbed his coat, the red box poorly hidden under his arm.

“Heading to the office, hun?” I asked sweetly, stirring my coffee. “On Christmas?”

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A man smiling against the backdrop of Christmas decorations | Source: Midjourney

“Just for an hour,” he mumbled, not meeting my eyes. “Emergency client meeting, sugar.”

“Of course. Don’t work too hard.”

He smiled and left. I grabbed my car keys and followed him to Honey Bunz, our favorite restaurant.

Through the window, I saw her. JULIE. My husband’s mistress. She had that perfectly styled blonde hair, red lipstick, and a designer outfit. Everything I didn’t have.

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A young woman smiling in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Julie bounced in her seat like a kid on Christmas morning as Jimmy approached. “Awww, Jim, darling! You shouldn’t have!” She clapped her hands together, drawing stares from nearby tables.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Jimmy’s voice carried through the window he’d forgotten to close completely. He slid into the booth across from her, presenting the glittery box with a flourish. “I picked it out for you, my love.”

“Oh my god, is it…?” Julie’s eyes widened as she grabbed the box. “The diamond necklace from La Enchanted Diamonds? The one I showed you last month? The diamond ring from Botswana?”

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An excited woman holding a glittery gift box | Source: Midjourney

“Open it and see, sugar.” Jimmy leaned forward, grinning like a fool.

“I’m trying. The knot seems a bit too tight,” Julie said.

“Let me help you,” Jimmy rose from his chair and approached her as they untied the ribbon.

“Three…” I whispered, my phone steady and recording. “Two… one…”

SPLAT!

The explosion of green paint was magnificent. Julie’s scream hit a note I didn’t think was humanly possible. “MY HAIR! MY DRESS!” She jumped up, paint dripping down her face like melted ice cream. “JIMMY, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”

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A startled woman shrieking | Source: Midjourney

Jimmy stood frozen, mouth open, green paint dripping from his nose. “I… I don’t…”

“Is this some kind of joke?” Julie shrieked, wiping paint from her eyes. “Do you think this is funny, you MORON?”

An elderly woman at the next table snorted into her mimosa. “Well, I think it’s hilarious!”

“Someone get this on video!” a teenage boy called out.

“Already trending!” another responded, typing furiously on his phone.

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A shocked man with his face covered in green paint | Source: Midjourney

Julie grabbed her ruined designer purse. “I look like the Grinch threw up on me! This dress cost more than your monthly salary, you idiot!”

“Julie, baby, wait—” Jimmy stood up, spreading green paint everywhere.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me! I’m done being your dirty little suprise!” She stormed toward the door, leaving green footprints in her wake. “And by the way? Your wife’s way too good for you!”

You got that right, sister!

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A furious woman | Source: Midjourney

I barely made it home before Jimmy burst through the door, his face and expensive suit covered in bright green paint.

“What happened to you?” I gasped, fighting to keep my expression concerned. “You look like the Grinch!”

“Some… some kids with paint balloons,” he sputtered. “They were targeting everyone outside my office.”

“On Christmas? How awful!” I reached for the manila envelope on the counter. “Oh, by the way, these came for you today. Consider it my Christmas gift, DARLING!”

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A woman holding a manila envelope | Source: Midjourney

Jimmy’s paint-streaked fingers trembled as he opened the envelope. His eyes widened at the divorce papers inside.

“WHAT?” He looked up, anxiety dawning on his green face.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” I pulled the diamond necklace out of my pocket. “By the way, your taste in jewelry has improved since our anniversary. Poor Julie. She missed out on this!”

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A woman holding a diamond necklace | Source: Midjourney

“You… you swi—”

“Yep! I switched the gift box you’d so lovingly hidden for your sweet mistress! How was the surprise? Liked it?”

“Alina, honey, let me explain. You don’t understand!” He stepped forward. “Julie means nothing to me! She was a mistake!”

“A mistake?” I laughed. “A mistake is forgetting to buy milk. A mistake is mixing whites with colors in the laundry. Buying your mistress the exact necklace your wife wanted? That’s betrayal.”

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A man gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

“We can fix this!” He reached for me with paint-stained hands. “I’ll do anything! Counseling, therapy, whatever you want!”

“What I want?” I stepped back. “I wanted a faithful husband. I wanted the man I married. Instead, I got a liar who can’t even come up with a decent excuse for being caught. ‘Kids with paint balloons?’ Really?”

“Baby, please,” Jimmy stepped forward, green paint dripping onto our pristine floors. “It was nothing serious. Julie was just… she didn’t mean anything. We never—”

“Save it.” I held up my hand. “I’ve heard all the excuses. ‘She’s just a friend.’ ‘We’re just colleagues.’ ‘Those late nights were just work.’ Do you know what the worst part is? I actually believed you for a while.”

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An angry woman yelling | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t do this. Please. I’m sorry.”

I laughed. “You know what’s funny? I spent months thinking I wasn’t enough. That I needed to be prettier, smarter, and better somehow. But standing here looking at you covered in paint, I realize you’re the one who was never enough.”

“Give me another chance.”

“No.” I grabbed my packed suitcase from behind the couch. “But thanks for the necklace. Consider it my consolation prize. Oh, and Jimmy? Green really isn’t your color.”

As I drove away, I caught one last glimpse of Jimmy in my rearview mirror, a pathetic green figure standing in our driveway. My phone buzzed with notifications. Apparently, someone had posted the paint incident online. The video was already going viral.

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A woman driving a car | Source: Unsplash

The last I heard, Julie dumped him following the paint incident that made rounds at the law firm where they worked. She couldn’t handle being known as ‘the green mistress.

Jimmy tried dating apps for a while, but it’s hard to find matches when you’re infamous as “the green Christmas cheater.”

Me? I’m doing just fine. The necklace looks beautiful with everything I wear. Every time it catches the light, I smile, remembering my special Christmas payback: the day I wrapped up my marriage with a bow and a whole lot of green paint.

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A cheerful woman wearing a diamond necklace | Source: Midjourney

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Jamie Lee Curtis breaks down in tears over shocking revelation!

Jamie Lee Curtis said some very sad things about her close friend and Curb Your Enthusiasm star Richard Lewis, who died on Tuesday of a heart attack at the age of 76.

The 65-year-old actress who played the witch in Halloween also starred with the comedian in the sitcom Anything But Love, which ran for four seasons from 1989 to 1992.

She posted on her main Instagram page on Wednesday after hearing the sad news that the actor had died. Bette Midler was the first to share the news.

Curtis posted a bunch of old pictures of herself with Lewis and wrote a long caption in which she thanked the late star for being “the reason I am sober.”

This month, Jamie celebrated 25 years of being sober after struggling with an opioid addiction.

“I just learned that my friend Richard Lewis has died.” I remember exactly where I was on Sunset Boulevard when I saw a billboard of him for a stand-up special. It was during the casting process for the ABC pilot Anything But Love, and I asked the casting staff to bring him in to try out for the part of Marty Gold, my best friend and maybe boyfriend.

“I thought he looked good.” Someone made me laugh, which is something a strong woman can’t really do for herself. I laughed out loud when he pronounced the word “Bundt cake” wrong, but he got the part.

“He blew everyone else away,” Jamie said. They didn’t pick up the pilot for the love triangle show, but they got back to me and said, “The chemistry with Richard was so great. Could we revamp the original pilot?” That’s how we ended up making the show for two years.

“He was also a stand-up comedian, but he hated performing in front of real people. I, on the other hand, loved it.”

He would hide his lines on props, door frames, and even my face in a close-up. He also always had his lines written on a clipboard with him. He played roles very well, it turned out. It’s deep and so damn funny.

She said, “We grieved together over the death of our friend and co-star Richard Frank and over the death of our friend and producer John Ritter.”

“In his last text message to me, Richard hoped that I could get ABC/Disney to release another boxed set of episodes of the show,” she wrote to her fans.

Then Jamie said, “He’s also the reason I’m sober.” He helped me. I will always be grateful to him for that act of kindness.

They talked about his wife, Joyce Lapinsky, and she said, “He found love with Joyce, and that, of course, along with being sober, was what mattered most to him.” It makes me cry to write this.

This is a strange way to thank a nice and funny man. Richard, may you rest in laughter. “My Marty, I love you, Hannah!” she said in the end.

Jamie also wrote a second post about how sad she was about the death of her longtime friend and former co-star.

She added another old picture of herself with Lewis and some lyrics from the Anything But Love theme song.

“In the third and final season of the TV show ANYTHING BUT LOVE, which aired on ABC for a few years, the great singer-songwriter JD Souther wrote this beautiful theme song,” Curtis wrote.

“Try to find it on YouTube and listen to it. If not, I’ve written it down here for you.” Today I’m giving them to my friend Richard Lewis.

She shared lyrics that said, “If we had never met/And the world got on without us/Just as if we were never that at all,”We would still be looking for the next big thing and trying not to fall…

“Anything but love will do and hearts that beat like thunder.”For everyone but you, anything but love would be enough.

Larry David, who also stars on Curb Your Enthusiasm, and other famous people and social media users paid tribute to the late Richard Lewis.

“He’s been like a brother to me for most of my life,” he told HBO. “Richard and I were born three days apart in the same hospital.”

“He was the funniest and nicest person at the same time, which doesn’t happen very often.” The comedian told Variety, “But today he made me cry, and I’ll never forgive him for that.”

Cheryl Hines, who worked with Lewis on the hit show, wrote, “When I was young, I had the biggest crush on Richard Lewis.”

“There was no one funnier or more handsome on stage than him.” Then I got to work with him on Curb Your Enthusiasm, which was a dream come true.

“Over the years, I learned more about Richard and the gifts he gave.” I fell in love with him because he was funny, but he was also one of the nicest people I know.

“Especially in the last few years,” Cheryl said, “he would take the time to tell the people he loved how much they meant to him.” He told me how important I was to him and how much he loved me in between takes on Curb.

“To be loved by Richard Lewis.” A real gift. Richard, I love you. We will miss you. I love you, Joyce, and everyone in Richard’s family. Lawrence, Richard loved you…You already know that, though.

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