My husband, the filthy cheating bastard
Day 26. So, this dude supposedly went out to grab some smoked sausage. (We’ve been together for 3 damn years.) I’m over here, setting the table like a good little wifey, waiting for his sorry ass to show up. He rolls in with his buddy, both of them already half-drunk, reeking of cheap booze. Great, unexpected guests, just what I needed. Later, when everyone’s properly smashed, this so-called “friend” leans in and whispers some vile shit in my ear. Turns out, on their way home, they made a little detour to some chick’s place and double-teamed her like a pair of horny dogs!
And me? Oh, I didn’t just sit there. I smashed his fancy-ass computer to bits, slipped a laxative into his coffee the next morning, handed over his $70k watch to my dad like it was nothing, and chucked every last piece of his trashy wardrobe into the dumpster. Two days later, he’s screaming at me like a rabid animal, and I just shut him down with, “Whores don’t get to speak!!” Meanwhile, we’ve got a fucking mortgage and a kid to deal with!
#cheatingbastard #revenge #drama #savage
