A Husband's Ultimate Retribution

ble with a white cloth, a few candles, and the two wooden boxes. I placed their favorite pi

ushing weight in my chest that made it hard to breathe. I collapsed onto the floor, my body shaking with sobs that had no sound.

door. I didn' t answer. It was followed b

morial service, a small, private affair I had arranged. She didn'

her eyes scanning my cheap apartment with di

ar. He picked up one of the candles

ls like a hippie convention in here

It' s unhealthy to wallow like this. We shoul

nd detached. There was no grief, no remorse, not even a flicker of sadness in th

d to erupt from my chest. My phone was in my other hand. Quietly, I hit record. I captured every cold,

, I leaked

ssip blogger with the simple

viral ov

was. The video was raw, undeniable proof of her monstrous nature. The tid

s pulled their deals. The hashtag #Canc

my door again. This time, she

r phone in my face. It was open to a news art

truth," I said, m

mine. "You' ve ruined me! My career, my reputation, eve

king past her, my eyes empty. "You did this t

lled her, hysterical. The public backlash was affecting him, too. His m

elf if she couldn't fix it. Th

completely. "Take the video down. I' ll give yo

ad everything was now reduced to begg

I simply closed th

ctions again. Not the big, televised charity galas, but the excl

would find the auc

ou trade in items that are not on the offi

kept asking. I knew that eventually, in this world of morally flexible millio

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