Scorned Woman's Counterattack

Rogers, a model husband, ye

ng home late every day, citing reasons like ov

ven his current position, it was unlikely he

events and various meetings were

ell of alcohol? He retorts, asking if I woul

n because there was a faint scent of perfume on him. It was

, I had decided to take action and follo

window in a café across from his of

people flowed out of his

is boss emerged, got into

as I was about to believe he was wor

a call, and then calmly stepped back, leaning against a pill

ertible racer gracefully p

ssed to impress in the driver's seat. He deftly opened the pa

seat and hailed a

room apartment Sam bo

but he insisted I keep my money for m

icial document away

hen he got promoted, calli

, expected in three to six mon

no overtime, no physical strain, and great benefits. I enjoyed my job, even

first day of surveillance in the

ur joys and frustrations openly, not just for ourselv

from the past. Woul

screetly placed a tiny bug in his pocket, se

rk, I overheard their rendezvous lo

sipping coffee while listening to t

wo years ago, now heard again as an observer, offer

s could be more effective than anything else, easily swaying peop

n love, they went into

rest and he

to their room or di

d, I always p