As Carol left, Mila slipped a spare key into her pocket. A plan was already forming. She wasn’t going to let this betrayal slide—Richard and Carol were about to experience a weekend they would never forget.
On her way home, Mila couldn’t shake the fury building inside her, but she knew she had to keep her cool. She needed to play her part convincingly, so she dialed Richard’s number, forcing a sweetness into her voice that made her stomach churn.
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“Hey, are you coming home tonight?” she asked, pretending to be the doting wife. Her heart pounded as she waited for his response, every second filling her with more anger.
“No,” Richard replied, his tone distant and cold. “I’m already heading out of town. I’ll see you on Monday.”
Mila gripped the steering wheel tighter as she listened to his lies, barely able to contain the rage that bubbled beneath her calm exterior.
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Richard had lied to her face without hesitation, and it stung deeper than she had expected. How easily he dismissed her. But now, she knew the truth, and it was her turn to act.
She wasn’t going to cry or beg for answers. She had something far more satisfying planned.
