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.