While they are at their table, a spectacularly beautiful young woman walks up, kisses the husband, and says, “See you later, sweetie” before walking away.
The wife says, “Just who the hell was that?”
“Oh, that’s my mistress, Lillian.”
“Your mistress! And she flaunts herself in public like this! That’s it, I want a divorce!”
“Think about that for a minute, dear. I care about you very much, and very much want us to stay together. Remember, we have a firm prenup, and if we get divorced you won’t be destitute, but there certainly won’t be any more private jets, or household staff, or shopping trips to Paris, or winters at the house in the islands, or any of the many things we enjoy about our life together.”
She sits quietly through the next course, then says, “Look, isn’t that Ted from the club? Who’s that young woman he’s with?”
“Oh, that’s his mistress. Natasha or something like that.”
“I see. Ours is prettier.”
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