The Caged Husband Never Returned
Language: en
The day before we were supposed to get our marriage license, I caught my fiancée in bed with my best friend. I dragged her into the bathroom and scrubbed her down with disinfectant three times until her skin was raw. Then I took photos of that bastard down on his knees, weeping and begging for mercy, and posted them online until the entire city watched him unravel. I didn't foresee the fallout. My father had a massive stroke from the shock and scandal, ending up completely paralyzed, and our modest family business spiraled toward bankruptcy. Just as I was ready to drag both of them down…