A woman became convinced that her husband was having an affair with their live-in maid.

For weeks, she watched him closely. Every evening, just after they went to bed, he would suddenly complain of a stomachache and say he had to use the bathroom. Then he would disappear for a suspiciously long time.

One Friday, the wife decided to set a trap.

She gave the maid the entire weekend off and sent her away without saying a word to her husband.

That night, she went to bed as usual and waited.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, her husband groaned and said, “Oh no… my stomach again. I’ll be right back.”

The moment he left the room, the wife jumped out of bed, hurried to the maid’s room, turned off the lights, and slipped under the covers.

A little while later, the door opened quietly. Someone stepped inside, moved silently through the dark room, and climbed into bed.

The wife stayed perfectly still, confident she had finally caught her husband.

After everything was over, she sat up, switched on the lamp, and said triumphantly,

“I bet you didn’t expect me to be here, did you?”

A terrified voice replied,

“No, ma’am… I’m the gardener.”