I caught him with another woman. I hired his friend, his best employee, to follow him, to gather more evidence. One painful picture after another, one excruciating video clip after another, I thought I had enough to let the law handle his infidelity. The lawyer told me it was a "no fault" state: they'll separate us but I won't get what's mine.
Another thought pops in my head, an opportunity for revenge. I slip out of my suit and into a bathrobe. I text his friend, his best employee, to bring a bottle of wine.
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