The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Sweet Revenge

at Legatum Designs. The heavy glass clicked shut beh

ne. The screen lit up with

the glass. A high-definition

restaurant in Greenwich Village. His arm was wr

stomach. The saliva in her mouth turned metallic. She

he edges of the phone. The m

asound photo. The text beneath it read:

not scream. Her chest stopped moving

to her encrypted cloud drive. If the sender tried to u

the back of her chair. She snat

er assistant, Nina, stood up fr

your dinner m

hed the elevator button and stared

aring horns. Alia sat in her car, both hands gripping the leather ste

in the hallway, adjusting his tie. He had leaned in, kis

r neck pulled tight, sending a du

he pulled up across the street from the restaurant. She ignored the v

umn air rushed into the heated cabin. It hit he

t. The restaurant had massi

They were sitting at a VIP t

birthday last week. He leaned across the table. He picked up

rtner at Jerel's law firm. They had clinked gla

ned the camera and switched to th

reach across the table. He placed hi

t look of anticipation her mother-in-law, Christy, constant

e recorded them for three full minutes. She captured the hand-holding, th

tood outside her car, pointing a flashlight at her tir

t the phone down, nodded to the co

swelling, but she blinked rapidly, forcing the moisture away. The h

oth button on her dash

background noise was a loud, thumping

w boring this PR mixer is.

said. Her voice was completely

hed as Clara walked into a quiet room.

ssed. "Where are you? Let's go in

cut her off. "If I confront him now, he'll drain the joint a

use before you marr

ay to drag it out. Meet me at the jazz

lowing sign of the restaurant faded into the distance.

the cup holder. It w

ve client. Going to be a late

A cold, mechanical laugh

ped a

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