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PART 2: I put a laxative in my husband\u2019s coffee before he left to see his mistress\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
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I left the house, the weight of everything I had just done pressing down on my chest. It felt like a strange victory, but at the same time, the awareness of having laid the groundwork for something far greater was hard to shake. As I got into my car, I couldn\u2019t help but feel a strange mixture of satisfaction and guilt: the laxative was taking effect, and the image of her suffering was still vivid in my mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I drove to the bar, trying to control my emotions. But every few seconds, I caught myself smiling uncontrollably, as if I\u2019d just won the lottery. Maybe it was simply the satisfaction of knowing I\u2019d done something he\u2019d never forget. Something he himself had provoked.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The bar was bathed in a dim light that I loved. I spotted my friends in a booth at the back, their eyes lighting up when they saw me. They knew me too well. I didn\u2019t need to say a word. My smile said it all.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy darling, it looks like you\u2019ve won a championship,\u201d said Emma, \u200b\u200bher eyes sparkling with curiosity.<\/span><\/p>\n

I slipped into the booth, finally feeling the tension leave me. \u201cYou\u2019ll never guess what I did today,\u201d I said, shaking my head and dropping my bag from my shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh dear, it looks like someone is going to get revenge,\u201d laughed Lucy, her eyes wide.<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked at them both, then lowered my voice. \u201cI put a laxative in Steve\u2019s coffee before he left to see Caroline.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Emma and Lucy gave a cry of terror, their eyes scanning the surroundings to make sure no one was listening at the doors.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait, a minute,\u201d Lucy said, leaning towards me. \u201cAre you telling me that after everything he did to you\u2026 you finally gave in?\u201d \u201cGive in? No.\u201d I shook my head. \u201cIt\u2019s more like an appetizer before the main course.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They both stared at me, unsure if I was joking. But I saw the mischievous smile playing at the corners of my lips, and they understood it wasn\u2019t a joke. I had made my first move.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, what happened?\u201d Emma asked, looking at me intently, as if she were waiting for the punchline of a joke.<\/span><\/p>\n

I smiled and took a sip of my drink. \u201cYou won\u2019t believe this. He tried to leave for his \u2018important meeting,\u2019 but ten minutes later he came running back, yelling that he was going to the bathroom. He was clutching his stomach like it was going to explode.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo way!\u201d exclaimed Lucy, bursting into laughter. \u201cYou gave him a hard time!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t help but laugh with her. \u201cAnd you know the best part? He didn\u2019t even realize I\u2019d already left when he yelled at me from the bathroom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re wild,\u201d Emma said, clinking her glass against mine. \u201cBut I love it. I really do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

As the evening wore on, the laughter and drinks flowed, but deep down, I was thinking about what would happen when I got back. It was only a matter of time before Steve discovered the extent of what I\u2019d done. And once he did, nothing would ever be the same. I didn\u2019t know if he\u2019d confront me or try to justify himself, but one thing was certain\u2026 I wouldn\u2019t let him get away with it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Two hours later, I parked in the driveway, a feeling of calm washing over me. But as I stepped inside, the silence that greeted me felt heavier than usual. The house, normally filled with the hum of life, now seemed empty. I could no longer hear Steve\u2019s usual sarcastic remarks or the sound of his footsteps.<\/span><\/p>\n

The atmosphere was thick with tension, and a sudden anxiety gripped my stomach. Something was wrong. I slowly walked through the house, my senses on high alert, searching for the slightest sign of her presence.<\/span><\/p>\n

I headed towards the stairs, the very same ones he had rushed up earlier, desperately trying to relieve himself. But when I reached the top, I noticed something strange: the bathroom door was wide open. And the smell\u2026 it was unique.<\/span><\/p>\n

I cautiously approached the open door, my heart pounding. Inside, I discovered something that chilled me to the bone.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve was lying on the floor, his face contorted in pain, his hand clutching his stomach. But what really caught my eye was the pool of dark liquid spreading beneath him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh my God,\u201d I murmured, recoiling in shock.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I couldn\u2019t believe my eyes. The same man who had treated me with such contempt was now lying on the bathroom floor, unable to move, at the mercy of his own body. A strange mixture of satisfaction and horror washed over me as I stared at him. This wasn\u2019t what I had imagined.<\/span><\/p>\n

I rushed to her side, my hands trembling, trying to help her, but the reality of my actions hit me hard. What to do now? I had crossed the line. The joke I thought was funny had taken a much more serious turn.<\/span><\/p>\n

I grabbed my phone, trying to think straight, but my thoughts were racing. What if something had happened to him? What if I\u2019d gone too far?<\/span><\/p>\n

I dialed the number of the only person I could trust: Emma. She answered on the first ring.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello?\u201d she asked, her voice still hoarse from laughter coming from the bar.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is serious,\u201d I said, my voice trembling. \u201cI think I\u2019ve made a huge mistake.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The rest of the night was a complete blur, a mix of confusion and panic. By the time the paramedics arrived, Steve had lost consciousness from the pain; his body was betraying him in a way I never would have thought possible. As they loaded him into the ambulance, I stood there, helpless, a witness to my own actions.<\/span><\/p>\n

And as I watched the ambulance\u2019s flashing lights disappear into the distance, I realized that the game I had started was far from over. In fact, it was only just beginning.<\/span><\/p>\n

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