She had been waiting for this moment for a long time. She had followed the clues, tracked the phone calls, and finally found the address.
She stormed the hotel room, ready to unleash her fury on the woman who had stolen her husband’s heart.
She saw them on the bed, tangled in each other’s arms.
She grabbed a whip from the closet and started to lash out at the intruder.
The “other” woman screamed in pain and fear, begging for mercy.
The husband jumped up and tried to shield his side chick from his wife’s blows, but he was too late.
He had betrayed his wife, and now he had to face the consequences.
She didn’t care about his excuses, his apologies, his lies.
She only cared about making them pay for what they had done.
She had caught them in the act, and she was not going to let them go easily.
She was going to make them regret ever crossing her.
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