Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - She Took My Husband, So I Sent Her My Lingerie and Toys With a Blessing and a Smile #73

Episode Date: August 18, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #revenge #toxiclove #psychologicalthriller #creepyencounters #twistedending  She Took My Husband, So I Sent Her My Lingerie and Toys With a Blessing and a SmileThis is a chilling psychological horror story about betrayal, calm revenge, and hidden madness. When a woman loses her husband to another woman, instead of breaking down, she smiles—and sends the mistress a box of her lingerie and sex toys, wrapped with kindness. But beneath the surface of her “blessing” lies something deeply disturbing. A tale of quiet insanity and unnerving elegance.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, revenge, betrayal, toxicrelationship, creepy, horrorfiction, unsettling, darkrevenge, psychologicalhorror, eerieplot, femaleprotagonist, twistedending, disturbing, cursedgifts, emotionalmanipulation

All right, buckle up, because this one's a wild ride. You're not going to believe half of this unless you've been through it yourself, but I promise every word is true, and if you've ever been married to a jerk, this might hit close to home. So picture this, I was married for almost 19 years. 19 years. To a guy who, let's just say, was not exactly Prince Charming. Let's call him Silas.

Now Silas was one of those dudes who walked into a room and thought the entire world should stop spinning just to watch him breathe. You know the type. He wasn't all bad at first, I mean, clearly, I married the guy, but over time, the shine wore off and all that was left was a guy who treated me more like furniture than a wife. But I digress. Silas had this history. Back in high school, there was this girl, let's call her Valerie. And Valerie? Well, she thought Silas hung the moon. She was head over heels, high school scribble his name in her notebook in love with him. Only problem was, Silas didn't marry her. Nope. He married me.

And as far as I could tell, Valerie never got over it. It was like she carried this torch for Silas so big it could have burned down a small village. And believe me, she made sure I knew about it. Now, here's the thing, for years, I thought Valerie was just a bitter, jealous woman who couldn't let go of her high school crush. And okay, maybe she was. But what I didn't know back then was that Silas had been playing both sides. He was feeding her lies about me, making himself out to be this poor, misunderstood husband stuck in a marriage with an evil witch. He spun this whole soap opera where he was the victim and I was the big bad villain. And Valerie?

She ate it up like a bag of Halloween candy. So there I was, trying to hold together a marriage while this woman kept popping up like an unkillable video game boss, doing her absolute best to wreck my life. She tried everything. Once, she told me I was lucky I didn't have kids because, and I quote, you couldn't handle being a mother. Yeah. She said that. Mind you, this was a year after I had delivered my stillborn baby and suffered multiple miscarriages. Can you imagine the level of cruelty it takes to say that to a woman? But oh, she wasn't done yet. At one point, Valerie actually took the time to subscribe me to an entire

year of baby magazines. Baby. Magazines. This was right after I'd had yet another miscarriage. I can still remember opening my mailbox and pulling out the first issue, my heart dropping into my stomach like a lead balloon. I didn't order this, I thought. So I called the magazine and asked what was going on, and they told me someone had gifted me a subscription. That's how I found out it was her. Valerie.

Honestly, I should have expected it. I didn't let her win, though. I donated the whole subscription to the Labor and Delivery Department of the local A couple of years later, I was holding my firstborn son in my arms, and let me tell you, there is no sweeter revenge than living well. But, oh, Valerie's antics were just the tip of the iceberg. Silas himself was his own brand of hell. By the time we had our second son, Silas had gone completely off the rails.

He'd been hinting for years at things I was absolutely not comfortable with, open marriage, swinging, bringing extra people into our relationship. You name it. I said no every single time. But at some point, his requests became demands. It wasn't, I'd like to try this. It was, this is happening, and if you don't like it, there's the door. So I left. I packed my bags, sent my boys to live with my parents to keep them safe while I waited through the legal mess that Silas left behind. And let me tell you something. I found myself again. After nearly two decades of being worn down, I remembered who I was.

And damn, I was amazing. Like Auntie Maim says, life's a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death. And she wasn't lying. Side note, if you've never seen Auntie Maim, go watch the Rosalind Russell version immediately. You can thank me later. Anyway, no sooner had I left than Silas went crawling to Valerie. Shocking, right? Next thing I know, she's moved in with him.

Moved in. And the divorce papers weren't even drafted yet. I just rolled my eyes so hard I nearly sprained something. Honestly, I wasn't surprised. Dogs return to their vomit all the time, don't they? But here's where it gets really good. While I was packing up my stuff and purging my house of anything and everything Silas-related, I came across this box.

In it were all these outfits he'd bought me, you know, the kind of stuff he wanted me to wear for his little parties and other guys. There was lingerie, costumes, and even some toys he'd insisted on buying. Seeing all of it just made my skin crawl. But then I had a thought. I still had a box of Silas's crap that I needed to send him. So I got to work. I washed every single piece of lingerie,

folded it all neatly. Cleaned the toys, packaged them up like little presents, and placed everything in a bright pink Victoria's secret bag. On the bag, I wrote to Valerie, in big bold letters. Then I stuck it in the box with the rest of Silas's stuff. But wait, it gets better. I didn't deliver the box myself. Oh no. I asked my pastor and one of the church elders to take it over to Silas's house and leave it on his doorstep. I can only imagine the look on Valerie's face when she opened that box and realized she'd gotten more than she bargained for. I figured, hey, if she wanted my sloppy second so badly, she could have all the accessories too. With my blessing. Smiling face with Halo, the irony of it all. Valerie eventually left Silas. Turns out, he treated her just as badly,

maybe worse, than he treated me. And here's the case. And here's the case. kicker, she actually tried to reach out to me afterward, wanting to, talk and figure out where things went wrong with him. Girl. No one, and I mean N-O-1, could pay me enough to psychoanalyze my ex-husband for them. Not now, not ever. That chapter is closed, sealed, and buried in the backyard. So yeah, that's my story. And if you're wondering if I regret any of it? Not for one second. Because walking away from that mess was the best thing I ever did for myself. And let me tell you, the view from the high road is chef's kiss. The end, but also the beginning of something way better.