The Corpse in Bed Strikes Back
Language: en
The mistress sent me a naked photo of her and my husband. The caption was the grenade. “Your husband says you’re a corpse in the sack.” I didn’t reply. I went straight to the printing house, fast-tracked an order for fifteen hundred copies, and plastered them all over her apartment complex. The next day, she called me, sobbing, begging me to forgive her. I chuckled. “Don’t rush it. That was just the appetizer. The next grand gift is for both of you.”