Wait, I'm the Other Woman?
After my drill instructor husband, Vincent Bennett, returns home from a business trip and gives me an intense "punishment session," I collapse onto the bed and start scrolling through my phone.
That is when I come across a trending local post.
"My boyfriend is cheating on me, and I am about to catch him in the act! Anyone in this city wants to come with me and catch him with his mistress?"
The comments below are full of people egging her on.
"Where? Hurry and drop the address! I am bringing my toilet plunger to beat that scumbag!"
"Kitchen knife ready. Miss, I am with you. We'll chop up that homewrecker first!"
I am instantly excited. If I were not so exhausted, I would want to join the drama too.
Just as I am thinking that, the poster uploads the address.
I tap it open.
In the next moment, I freeze.
Unit 1203 of Building C, Jarmond Heights.
Isn't that my address?