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Marshall’s face tightened, and he turned to Nina, snatching her bag from her grasp. Give me my things!”
Marshall yanked the car keys from her bag and took a few bank cards from her wallet.
“These are all I have given her, Sasha. Her problems are no longer mine. Will you forgive me?” Marshall pressed the items into my hands, trying to prove his faithfulness. “I’ll get her to confess on camera that she is the other woman, to clear your name. Is this good enough?”
I knew it was Marshall’s last-ditch attempt to avoid a bigger scene; if I pushed any harder, he would snap.
He only stayed after learning that I couldn’t have children to save face and protect his valuable company; abandoning one’s wife for a mistress was strictly prohibited.
In today’s world, a tweetstorm would destroy him, and he couldn’t afford to do so.
I locked eyes with Marshall and said, “You better keep your word.”
Marshall was practically bouncing with relief, nodding furiously. “Absolutely!” Absolutely!”
Nina stumbled towards me and grabbed my arm, realising Marshall didn’t care about their past. “Sasha, I made a mistake. I apologise. Please let me off the hook! I was being stupid! It was entirely my fault!
“I got played by Marshall, too. I’m a victim! Please, let me go, will you? I’ll leave town and never come back!”
Marshall clamped his hand over her mouth and yanked her to her feet.
I did not say anything the entire time.
I decided to let Marshall be the bad guy and stomp on Nina’s heart. That would sting far more than anything I could do.
There was no need to delve into their past to discover how cosy they had been or the sweet nothings Marshall whispered to her. Marshall, on the other hand, dumped her without hesitation in order to save himself.
Nina was about to discover how cheap her choices were, and how deep her mistakes went.
I never expected her to have a major epiphany and change her ways.
All I wanted was for her to be absolutely miserable.
I had no idea what Marshall had done to Nina, but on the way home, he promised me a big reveal on the evening news.
He effortlessly assumed the role of the ideal husband, even inviting my mother and brother over to celebrate my return home. We had a feast to celebrate my release from the hospital, and Marshall turned on the television.
Nina appeared on the screen. She lacked the fierce beauty that had earned her the nickname “the Beauty Bullet.”
She resembled a bird after a losing battle; her eyes appeared lifeless.
The segment began with my viral interview, during which I was referred to as “the other woman.” Nina then apologised publicly, albeit with obvious reluctance.
“I was wrong. I had falsely accused Ms. Brooks. The real homewrecker…was me…” Nina confessed, her eyes welling up with frustration. However, a second later, the screen went black.
Marshall turned to face me, turned off the TV, and said, “See? I kept my promise.
“She’ll be gone soon, out of our lives for good.” He took my hand, his expression full of devotion.
I nodded with a weak smile and served him food.
I wanted him to believe I was done talking about divorce and that whatever was bothering him had been resolved.
Marshall yanked the car keys from her bag and took a few bank cards from her wallet.
“These are all I have given her, Sasha. Her problems are no longer mine. Will you forgive me?” Marshall pressed the items into my hands, trying to prove his faithfulness. “I’ll get her to confess on camera that she is the other woman, to clear your name. Is this good enough?”
I knew it was Marshall’s last-ditch attempt to avoid a bigger scene; if I pushed any harder, he would snap.
He only stayed after learning that I couldn’t have children to save face and protect his valuable company; abandoning one’s wife for a mistress was strictly prohibited.
In today’s world, a tweetstorm would destroy him, and he couldn’t afford to do so.
I locked eyes with Marshall and said, “You better keep your word.”
Marshall was practically bouncing with relief, nodding furiously. “Absolutely!” Absolutely!”
Nina stumbled towards me and grabbed my arm, realising Marshall didn’t care about their past. “Sasha, I made a mistake. I apologise. Please let me off the hook! I was being stupid! It was entirely my fault!
“I got played by Marshall, too. I’m a victim! Please, let me go, will you? I’ll leave town and never come back!”
Marshall clamped his hand over her mouth and yanked her to her feet.
I did not say anything the entire time.
I decided to let Marshall be the bad guy and stomp on Nina’s heart. That would sting far more than anything I could do.
There was no need to delve into their past to discover how cosy they had been or the sweet nothings Marshall whispered to her. Marshall, on the other hand, dumped her without hesitation in order to save himself.
Nina was about to discover how cheap her choices were, and how deep her mistakes went.
I never expected her to have a major epiphany and change her ways.
All I wanted was for her to be absolutely miserable.
I had no idea what Marshall had done to Nina, but on the way home, he promised me a big reveal on the evening news.
He effortlessly assumed the role of the ideal husband, even inviting my mother and brother over to celebrate my return home. We had a feast to celebrate my release from the hospital, and Marshall turned on the television.
Nina appeared on the screen. She lacked the fierce beauty that had earned her the nickname “the Beauty Bullet.”
She resembled a bird after a losing battle; her eyes appeared lifeless.
The segment began with my viral interview, during which I was referred to as “the other woman.” Nina then apologised publicly, albeit with obvious reluctance.
“I was wrong. I had falsely accused Ms. Brooks. The real homewrecker…was me…” Nina confessed, her eyes welling up with frustration. However, a second later, the screen went black.
Marshall turned to face me, turned off the TV, and said, “See? I kept my promise.
“She’ll be gone soon, out of our lives for good.” He took my hand, his expression full of devotion.
I nodded with a weak smile and served him food.
I wanted him to believe I was done talking about divorce and that whatever was bothering him had been resolved.