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I was punching Brenda, kicking Mark. Two against one, and I was holding my own.
I finally snapped back to reality when Brenda started sobbing and begging for mercy.
I took a good look around. Brenda had clumps of hair torn out, and Mark was clutching his groin, writhing in agony.
Even with his face twisted in pain, Mark
managed to scream,
“Heidi, I’m calling the cops! I’m divorcing
く
you!”
“Fine by me! Before we do that, pay me back
the $620,000 you owe me, plus the $1.8
million I gave your family when we got
married. Every last cent!”
I turned and walked out.
I didn’t expect Mark to grovel quite so quickly.
The next morning, I opened the front door to find him kneeling there shirtless, his eyes red
and puffy.
I crossed my arms and sneered,
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“Playing the ‘woe is me‘ card?”
He shuffled forward on his knees and
grabbed my legs, begging,
“Honey, I was wrong! I get it now, you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I’m done with Brenda, I swear I won’t have anything to do
with her ever again!”
Mark held up his phone, showing me a screenshot of Brenda returning the $52,000.
“Baby, I’ll pay back the $620,000, just give me some time. Please, don’t divorce me!”
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I hesitated, then let him back inside.
Not because I was being soft, but because I
wanted to see what he was up to.
I was still planning on divorcing him, but first,
I needed proof of his affair. Otherwise, he’d
get half of my fortune.
The second he was inside, Mark bolted for
the kitchen. A few minutes later, he came out
with a steaming bowl of fennel noodle soup.
“Honey, you used to love this stuff back in
college. I remembered.”
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For the next few days, Mark was like a
completely different person. He stopped
sneaking off to see Brenda, and he came
straight home from work to cook dinner.
He even put in a little effort. He arranged the
steak with flower petals, and he brought me a
bouquet of roses.
When I went shopping with my girlfriends, he
insisted on carrying all the bags. He even
bought me a diamond necklace I barely
glanced at.
The private investigator messaged me,
confirming that Mark and Brenda were no
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confirming that Mark and Brenda were no
longer in contact.
Just when I was starting to think about giving
him another chance, Mark announced he had
to go on a business trip.
I checked with my contacts at work,
confirming that the trip wasn’t something he’d
volunteered for. It was a company mandate,
so I relaxed a little.
I was mindlessly scrolling through TikTok
when I came across a video with the caption,
“Everyone bullies her because she doesn’t have a son, but she’s got a younger brother- in–law, so she is the happiest woman!”
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My eyes snapped up to the screen.
There was Brenda, dressed in a red lace
nightie and black stockings, twirling her skirt
and running to jump into a man’s arms.
The man was Mark.
I watched, my face darkening, as Brenda
buried her head in Mark’s chest. I saved the
video and made a phone call.
“Hey, you got any older escorts? Hook me
up.”
