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Before a Family Thanksgiving Dinner, a Stranger Sent Me Roasted Turkey with a Note, Thank You for Sharing Your Husband with Me

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Thanksgiving Betrayal: A Tale of Revenge and New Beginnings

Thanksgiving morning began like every other year for me—busy in the kitchen while my husband Ryan was glued to the TV. But this Thanksgiving turned out to be the most unforgettable one of my life. It wasn’t because of the turkey, the sides, or the family gathering—it was because of her.

I’m Amelia. At 35 years old, I was a wife, mom to two adorable girls, and the family’s go-to Thanksgiving host. For the past decade of my marriage, Thanksgiving meant one thing: me running the show. Cooking, cleaning, and making everything perfect while Ryan sat back and relaxed.

This year was no different—at least at the start. I was up at 6 a.m., juggling the turkey, sides, and desserts. By noon, the turkey was roasting to perfection, the green bean casserole was prepped, and my daughters were sitting at the table, giggling as they made colorful hand turkeys.

Ryan? He strolled out of bed around 11 a.m., grabbed a spot on the couch, and started yelling at the football game on TV. I wasn’t surprised. “Par for the course,” I thought, rolling my eyes.

Just as I started to feel like maybe this Thanksgiving would be smooth sailing, the doorbell rang.

“Who delivers on Thanksgiving?” I muttered, wiping my hands on my apron.

At the door was a delivery guy with a big box that smelled heavenly. “Special delivery,” he said with a cheery grin, thrusting it into my hands.

“Oh, I think you’ve got the wrong house. We didn’t order anything,” I replied, confused.

“Lady, it’s Thanksgiving. I’m not about to argue. Enjoy!” He gave a quick wave and left.

I brought the box to the kitchen, puzzled but slightly hopeful. Could Ryan have done something thoughtful for once? The idea seemed far-fetched, but the golden, perfectly roasted turkey inside made my heart soften. “Maybe he wanted to surprise me,” I thought.

But then I saw the note.

Nestled beside the turkey was a card. The handwriting was sharp, elegant, and unmistakably feminine. The message was clear as day:
“Thank you for sharing your husband with me! Happy Thanksgiving. XO, Kelsey.”

I read it again. My brain refused to believe what my eyes were seeing. Sharing my husband? The words hit me like a ton of bricks. My hands shook as I clutched the card.

I glanced over at Ryan, who was still hollering at the TV, oblivious to the storm brewing just feet away.

I needed answers.

His phone was sitting on the counter, and as if on cue, it lit up. The notification read: “Kelsey ❤️: Can’t wait to see you later!”

My stomach turned. Kelsey. The name on the card.

Ryan had never shared his passcode with me, but I knew it—of course I did. He was predictable like that. It was Peyton Manning’s birthday. Football over everything, right?

I hesitated for a second before unlocking the phone. This can’t be real, I told myself. But it was.

Her messages were all there, plain as day:
“Did she get the turkey yet? LOL. Can’t wait to see her face.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, babe. Love you.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. My husband was having an affair. And Kelsey? She wasn’t just cheating with him—she was mocking me.

But I wasn’t about to let this ruin Thanksgiving. Oh no. If Ryan and Kelsey wanted drama, I’d give them the show of a lifetime.

As the family arrived, I put on my hostess smile. Ryan’s parents, sister, and a few of my relatives were there. My daughters proudly showed off their hand turkeys, and everyone settled in for a big meal.

Ryan, still smug and clueless, leaned back in his chair as dinner began. “You know, Thanksgiving wouldn’t be the same without Amelia,” he said with a grin. “She works so hard every year. I’ve got the best taste in women.”

His mother nodded. “You’re lucky to have her.”

I forced a smile. “He sure is,” I said, hiding my true feelings.

Once dinner was done, I stood up and announced, “Excuse me for a moment. I have a little surprise for everyone.”

I stepped out, grabbed the box with the mystery turkey, and brought it back to the table. The room went quiet as I placed it down.

“What’s this?” Ryan’s mother asked, confused.

“Oh, this?” I said sweetly. “It’s a special delivery. From Ryan’s mistress.”

The silence was deafening. Ryan’s fork clattered onto his plate. “What are you talking about?” he stammered, his face pale.

I held up the note. “This turkey came with a card from Kelsey. Care to explain, Ryan?”

His mother gasped. “Ryan, is this true?”

Ryan scrambled for words. “It’s a joke! A prank, Amelia! You’ve got it all wrong.”

“Oh, really?” I pulled out his phone and handed it to his mother, the messages from Kelsey still open.

As she read, her expression darkened. “Ryan,” she said, her voice trembling. “How could you?”

Ryan’s father slammed his fist on the table. “Is this true? You’re cheating on Amelia?”

Ryan’s sister stood up, glaring. “You’re disgusting. Amelia deserves so much better than you.”

Ryan looked at me, his eyes wide with panic. “Amelia, please! Let’s talk about this in private.”

“Sure,” I said. “But first, here’s what’s happening next.”

I reached under the table and pulled out a bag with a shiny set of locks and a business card.

“These are new locks for the house. And this,” I said, holding up the card, “is my divorce lawyer’s number. You have until tomorrow to pack your things.”

Ryan sputtered, “You can’t do this!”

“Oh, I can. Happy Thanksgiving, Ryan. And take this turkey to Kelsey. She can have you now. No more sharing.”

His mother burst into tears, his father shook his head in disgust, and his sister told him to leave. Ryan had no choice but to go.

The days that followed were a blur of texts and calls from Ryan begging for forgiveness. I ignored every single one. His family supported me, and that made all the difference.

By Christmas, I’d filed for divorce. By the next Thanksgiving, I was with a man who not only respected me but got up early to make the feast himself. For the first time in years, I truly enjoyed the holiday.

Ryan? Let’s just say he didn’t take it well when I got engaged. But that’s a story for another day.

What did I learn from all this? Betrayal stings, but it can also set you free. Thanksgiving became a reminder of strength and new beginnings, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. What do you think of the story? Share your thoughts in the comments below!

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