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“When we’re done with him, Marcus will wish he’d never been born. For now, just tell me everything I need to know. Start from the moment you first laid eyes on him, until yesterday when you caught him with your best friend.” And so I did. I spent the next hour telling her about my life with Marcus. I told her about the early days, when he spoilt me with lavish, expensive gifts that cost more than my parent’s mortgage. I told her about the trips we took together, and how sweet and romantic he was. I told her about Rome, and how he proposed to me after a romantic dinner date. I told her about the wedding, the honeymoon, the adjustment to married life and how I was suddenly thrust into the lime

he spanks me, forcing my eyes open, before leaving. Holy fúcking shít, I just cheated on my husband.

“I told you mine and it’s not like I’ll go snitching around. After today, we’ll probably not see each other again.” I half shrugged. He had a point. I had nothing to lose and talking to him about it might help relieve me of the weight. “I was fired from work,” I turned to face him and revealed as briefly as I could. I didn’t want to go into details. I couldn’t bear the thought of him knowing that my husband fired me after being deceived by his ex-girlfriend. Just recalling it made my heart ache even more. “I’m sorry,” he said, returning the sympathetic gaze I gave him.

His apology wasn’t going to bring her back. “I beg you, Rebecca,” he continued, his eyes pleading. “I don’t know what came over me. You gave me everything a wife could give, and I threw it all away. I cheated on you with some chick in my office.” There it was again. Another lie, as transparent as glass. His tone was almost dismissive as he referred to his secretary as'some chick.’ If she had meant so little to him, would he have married her the second I was out of the picture? My lips curled into a smirk. The hypocrisy was laughable.

Present…. “Look, if you saw us when she's kissing me. She took advantage of my situation. I fired her immediately. If you've any doubts you can check the employee's record, when I fired her and why I fired her.” I need to clear this misunderstanding. Who sent her this picture? “Can I trust you again?” She asked me with tear filled eyes. “I swear I never cheated on you Maria.” She nodded as tears rolled down. “You got your answer. Now tell me why did you cheat on me?”

She crossed her arms and waited for me to speak. I swallowed hard and decided to spill the beans. “Well, I caught your husband cheating on you the night of the club,” I said, and she blinked. “What? What do you mean? That’s not possible,” she stuttered. I raised my eyebrows and glared at her. “You caught your husband cheating on you live and direct in your matrimonial home, and I’m telling you that I caught him cheating too. And you’re saying it’s not possible? Oh come on Sheba, don’t tell me that you’re about to be as delusional as I was,” I yelled at her and she kept mute.

My 'husband' will too even though she won't know anything. Then she'll come with me. Once I get paid by Richard for yesterday's stock, I can buy tickets for both of us and flee. We'll be free from that psychopath called Richard and I'll get to be with Leo. Fuck my pharmacy and my life here! Fuck them all! I hurriedly tugged the document inside it's envelope roughly and sent Leo a text. Me: Honey..., I was wondering. Would you like to change plans for a little bit? I stared at my phone screen, anticipating his reply.

I said, “I’m the wife of one of your employees. Soon to be ex-wife.” Something shifted in his expression. Subtle. “I see,” he said. “So… you know who I am?” His gaze drifted for a moment. “I didn’t,” I continued, “but Marco told me who you were.” “Mm.” He fell silent again. He didn’t ask anything. He just looked at me with that same quiet concern. Maybe… That’s why I spoke. “My husband… he cheated.” Adrian listened. Silently. “The same day I found him in a hotel room with that woman… I found out I was pregnant.”

Ethan's message came in while Lucas and I were having breakfast across from each other. Ethan Harrington was the man I'd chosen to cheat with. Young, full of heat, eager and obedient where it counted. My phone buzzed a few times on the table, which earned me a glance from the man across from me. I unlocked the screen and his messages flew in one after another. "When are you divorcing him?" "Baby, you promised you'd own up to us. You said you'd give me a real place in your life."

It was everything I'd been bottling up for far too long, finally breaking loose. Staring at the ugly evidence on the screen and thinking of the good times Fred and I once had made me feel as if my heart were being carved open. The reporters stopped asking questions. They just quietly lifted their cameras and kept shooting, recording every second. They knew they already had tomorrow's front-page story. It was a real-life revenge drama about a long-suffering, resilient wife publicly tearing apart a cheating husband and his mistress. It was guaranteed to blow up.