Cheating Wife's Double Life
My father-in-law said he wanted to experience "how the young folks have fun these days," so I took him to my wife's newly opened upscale cocktail bar for a quiet drink.
I’d just finished ordering him a custom cocktail when a man from a booth across the room swaggered over, glass in hand.
His eyes scanned the drink menu on our table, and a condescending smirk twisted his lips.
"Only ordering the cheapest well drinks?" he sneered. "Brought the old man here to enjoy the free air conditioning? Trash like you belongs in a dive bar. Who even let you in here?"
Anger burned in my chest. I stood up, my jaw clenched. "We're paying customers. What's it to you?"
But before I could say another word, his face darkened with pure rage. He snatched the half-finished beer bottle from our table and raised it high above my head.
"My girl owns this place!" he snarled. "Even if I crack your skull open, I can afford the payout! You filthy pauper—either get on your knees and lick my shoes dry, or get the hell out of my sight. You're an eyesore."
The beer dripped down my face. My hands trembled with fury as I wiped it away.
Then, a cold calm settled over me. I opened my phone, switched to the camera, and went live.
"Alright, everyone," I said into the screen. "You won't want to miss this. We're going live to catch my cheating wife and see the double life she's been leading."