This was the last straw. I was seething with anger, humiliation, and resentment. And then a wild thought popped into my head – to take revenge on him in the most cruel way: to cheat on him in return with the first person I met. Not out of love, not out of desire, but out of anger.

I went outside, deciding to implement my plan. The first person I met was a man in shabby clothes, sitting right on the sidewalk.

He had a bun in his hands, and he was eating it with such an air as if it was the most important meal of his life.

“How angry he will be when he finds out that I preferred a homeless person to him,” I thought, and a bitter smile appeared on my face.