I Accidentally Found Out My Friend’s Husband Was Cheating – I Couldn’t Help but Take My Revenge

Allison decides to hold onto her youthful side as she drives a taxi during her spare time. But one day, her friend’s husband is her passenger. As she takes the man to his destination, he asks for a detour, revealing a side of him she didn’t know. Next, Allison has to decide whether to be good at her job and protect her friend or help show her the truth.

Driving a taxi at 65 years old wasn’t part of my retirement plan, but it became my passion. I had been a writer for a women’s column for the better part of my career, and since retirement dawned, I only wrote a few articles per month.

“Just something to keep the old clogs working,” my editor, Elena, said when I told her that retirement was knocking on my door. “You don’t have to commit to it, Allison. It can be a freelance role, if that’s what you’d like. But just write for us every so often.”

I agreed, what else did I have to do with my time anyway?

But then, the open road, the hum of the engine, and the stories of my passengers kept me going.

“Mom, why?” my son, Darren, asked me. “Like really? Driving people around?”

“You’ll understand the need to do something freeing when you’re older, son,” I told him. “Let me do this while I still can. And what’s better than enjoying what I do?”

Yesterday was one of those days that I’ll never forget because it reminded me how foul people can be.

The previous day, one of my regulars, Jane, called me. She was a lively 55-year-old woman, and over the years, we had become friends.

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Hi, Allison,” she said on the phone. “I need a favor.”

“If it involves those croquettes with the peas that you’re trying to get me to eat, it’s a hard pass,” I chuckled. “What do you need?”

“Mike is leaving on a trip tomorrow, and he needs a ride to the airport. I’m going to be babysitting the grandbaby, so I don’t want to disturb her routine.”

“Sure thing,” I replied, always happy to help.

The next morning, I pulled up to their house and waited. Moments later, Jane ran out, the baby in her arms as she waved to me, signaling that Mike would be out soon.

Eventually, Mike trudged down their front steps, his suitcase trailing behind him as he slid into the back seat.

“Good morning,” I said, trying to be polite.

I knew about Mike, but we had only met once at their Christmas party years ago. I doubted that he even remembered me. He had always struck me as someone who didn’t bother about the next person unless they added value to his life.

“He’s very closed off,” Jane said at the party, pouring me a glass of eggnog. “But he’s a sweetheart once he lets you in.”

“Straight to the airport?” I asked, adjusting the rearview mirror as Mike settled himself down.

“Yes, but first, a quick stop to pick someone up,” he replied. “I’ll direct you. You can just add it to the route, and I’ll pay you at the airport.”

It seemed odd, but I thought nothing of it. It was probably a colleague. Jane hadn’t mentioned why Mike was going away.