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I Insisted My Husband Take Me to His Corporate Party – Then I Learned Why No One Spoke to Him

Caitlin Farley
Jan 27, 2025
07:56 A.M.

When Jake dismissed my request to attend his company’s annual party, I couldn’t shake the suspicion he was hiding something. Eventually, he reluctantly agreed — but from the moment we arrived, the icy stares and whispered conversations set me on edge. What I uncovered shattered everything.

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I'd never asked my husband if I could join him at his company parties, but this year was different.

A woman having dinner with her husband | Source: Midjourney

A woman having dinner with her husband | Source: Midjourney

Jake had recently been promoted, and I wanted to be supportive. Maybe it was the way he'd been talking about work lately, dropping hints about his importance, about how everyone respected him now.

"So, what should the wife of the new regional manager wear to this party?" I asked.

Jake froze, fork laden with spaghetti suspended midair on its way to his mouth, gaze fixed on his phone screen. "Nothing. I mean, you'll just be bored if you come. Everyone just talks shop and shmoozes."

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Spaghetti dangling from a fork | Source: Pexels

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"Still, I'd like to come." I tilted my head, trying to catch his eye. "I've never met any of your colleagues and it could be good for your career if they can see you as a family man, not just an employee or boss."

Something flickered across his face — annoyance? Fear? "It's really nothing exciting. You wouldn't enjoy it. Plus, it's more of a networking thing."

He quickly delivered the forkful of pasta to his mouth and started chewing. His gaze never left his phone.

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A man staring at his phone during dinner | Source: Midjourney

The words themselves weren't unusual, but something about them felt wrong. Like a picture hanging slightly crooked on a wall.

Why did it feel like he didn't want me there? Wasn't this new position supposed to be a big deal for him? And shouldn't he be proud to have his wife by his side? A cold, sickly feeling crawled down my spine. What if he was hiding something? Or worse, someone.

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I refused to let it go. Over the next few days, I casually brought the work party up a few times, probing for details.

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A woman knitting while relaxing with her husband | Source: Midjourney

Each time, I watched his reactions, cataloging the small tells I'd learned to recognize over our years together: the way his jaw tightened, how his fingers drummed against whatever surface was nearest.

"You just got promoted, Jake! Don't people usually celebrate those things at events like this?" I asked over breakfast, pushing my eggs around my plate.

I couldn't shake the feeling that he was having an affair with a secretary and didn't want me to find out.

Finally, Jake snapped. His fork clattered against his plate.

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Eggs on toast on a plate | Source: Pexels

"Fine! If you want to come so badly, come. I'll let them know you're attending as my plus-one." His voice dripped with condescension. "But don't be surprised if everyone's jealous of my promotion."

I plastered on a smile, but his words left a bitter taste in my mouth. Maybe I was overthinking things. Maybe it was just work stress getting to him.

That's what I told myself as I spent the next week preparing — buying a new dress, getting my hair done, and practicing my "interested in corporate small talk" face in the mirror.

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A woman smiling into a mirror | Source: Midjourney

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The night of the party, we pulled up to an elegant downtown venue. The building stretched toward the sky, all glass and steel and importance.

Inside, everything sparkled. Crystal glasses clinked, leather shoes clicked against marble floors, and the air smelled like expensive perfume and success. I smoothed down my new dress, excited despite my lingering doubts about what Jake was hiding.

But something felt off. People glanced our way, then quickly looked away, like we were the sun and they'd burn if they stared too long. They were ignoring us!

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A group of coworkers at an office party | Source: Pexels

No one approached us. No one smiled. The room buzzed with conversation, but we stood in our own little bubble of silence.

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I watched as a group of women near us whispered behind their hands, their eyes darting our way before quickly sliding away.

"Jake," I whispered, leaning close enough to smell his cologne. "Why isn't anyone talking to us?"

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A worried woman speaking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

He shrugged, his face blank as a fresh sheet of paper.

"They're just jealous. You know how people get when someone's successful." The words sounded rehearsed, like he'd been practicing them in his head.

I noticed a man in an expensive suit start toward us, then abruptly change direction when someone grabbed his elbow.

The whispers followed us like shadows as we made our way through the crowd.

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Two people glancing judgmentally at someone | Source: Midjourney

Before I could point this out, a staff member appeared, her professional smile not quite reaching her eyes.

"Mr. and Mrs. Walker? If you'll follow me, please."

She led us away from the main banquet hall and into an adjoining conference room. Two chairs sat at a lonely table, the space feeling more like an interrogation room than part of the celebration visible through the glass wall separating this room from the hall.

"Jake, what's going on?" I asked, but the projector on the far wall suddenly flickered to life.

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A projector projecting something | Source: Pexels

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The mechanical whir cut through the silence like a knife.

At first, I thought this was the corporate celebration of Jake's promotion I'd been expecting. The images on the screen showed office parties, photos from team-building events, people laughing. Jake wasn't in many of them, I noticed.

Then the slideshow changed. Insulting text messages appeared, messages Jake had written about me!

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Close up image of a woman staring in shock at something | Source: Midjourney

My blood ran cold as I read:

"She's such a pain. I have to pretend to care about her dumb hobbies just to keep the peace."

"You won't believe what she spent on that useless craft project. Marrying her was my charity for the year!"

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"She's lucky I even come home at all. If it weren't for the house, I'd be long gone."

The messages kept coming, each one worse than the last. I recognized the dates and matched them to memories of the pottery class I'd been so excited about, the weekend I'd redecorated our bedroom, and the anniversary dinner I'd spent weeks planning.

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A woman with a hand over her mouth | Source: Midjourney

While I'd been building a life, he'd been mocking it behind my back.

Then videos started playing. Jake at various work functions, mimicking the way I talked, the way I moved while his colleagues watched with uncomfortable looks on their faces.

I watched him pretend to be me discovering a new craft store, his voice pitched high and squeaky. "Oh my god, Jake, look at all the pretty yarns! We totally need to refinance the house so I can buy them all!"

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"Yeah, I settled for her," Jake's drunk voice boomed from the speakers.

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Close up of a speaker | Source: Pexels

The video showed him lounging in what looked like a break room festooned with Christmas decorations, tie loosened, cheeks flushed.

"It was convenient, and I was tired of dating around. She should be thanking me every day for giving her the life she has." The Jake in the video took another swig from his glass.

Jake jumped up, stumbling toward the projector. His chair crashed to the floor behind him.

"This is some kind of prank!" he stammered, fumbling with the controls. "I don't know where all of this comes from!"

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A close up of a flustered man's face | Source: Midjourney

But his face had gone pale, and sweat beaded his forehead.

I couldn't breathe. The room spun as every single second of our marriage twisted into something ugly and false. Every memory replayed in my mind, now tainted with the knowledge that while I was living them, he was laughing about them with his coworkers.

Without a word, I stood and walked out, my heels clicking against the floor like a countdown to the end.

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A woman wearing heels walking away | Source: Pexels

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In the main hall, conversations stopped as I passed. The whispers had turned to silence.

A woman stepped in front of me and touched my arm gently, her fingers warm against my cold skin.

"I'm so sorry, but you deserved to know," she said softly. "None of us could stand to watch it anymore."

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A frowning woman at a work party | Source: Midjourney

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and kept walking. The night air hit me like a slap when I pushed through the building's heavy doors.

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I heard Jake calling my name behind me, but his voice sounded distant, like it was coming from underwater.

Later that night, my phone buzzed constantly with Jake's messages. "Please, you have to let me explain. I didn't mean any of it! I was just joking around. It's not what it looks like. Please pick up."

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A sad woman lying on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

I watched the notifications pile up but didn't answer. Instead, I sat in our dark living room, surrounded by photos of our life together, and wondered how many other lies were hanging on our walls.

In one frame, we were laughing at our wedding. In another, kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower. All these perfect moments, and behind each one, he'd been writing messages, making videos, turning our life into a joke.

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The phone buzzed again. And again. And again.

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A cell phone on a table | Source: Pexels

But I just sat there in the dark, watching the moon crawl across our living room floor, painting shadows that felt more honest than any of the smiles in our photos.

Here's another story: When my fiancée Jen met my tight-knit, prank-loving family, I warned them not to "test" her like they do with every new woman. But on my wedding day, the women arrived grinning in white dresses, defying my ultimatum! Furious, I moved to kick them out — but Jen grabbed the mic and stunned us all.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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