The Echoes of Betrayal
Language: en
My wife and best friend openly flaunted their affair in my face, bragging that I was too much of a pathetic coward to ever divorce her for her money. They even made me walk them to the hotel elevator, thinking I was just going to wait in the lobby like a good, spineless dog while they hooked up upstairs. What they didn't know was that I had just texted my best friend's violently unstable, knife-carrying wife their exact room number. When she burst through the lobby doors, I just smiled, handed her a spare keycard, and said, "Let's go."