I had always thought my family was strong. But one day, everything collapsed in an instant.
I caught my husband with another woman. He didn’t even try to justify himself or apologize. Instead, he had the audacity to blame me for everything.
“This is your fault. You’ve stopped being a woman for me. You don’t take care of yourself and you work all day.”
Those words felt like a sentence. But the worst part was that even my relatives supported him. My mother, from whom I expected comfort, said:
— All men cheat, accept it.
That was the last straw. I was boiling with anger, humiliation, and hurt. And then a crazy thought came to me — to get revenge in the cruelest way: cheat back with the first man I saw. Not out of love, not out of desire, but out of anger.
