A few days ago, Sarah could not bear to be separated from him, his every word, every touch, igniting a flame of passion within her. His absence was a void, a gaping chasm in her existence. She thought she couldn't live without him, that her heart would shatter into a million pieces if he ever left.

But now, the memory of that incandescent love turned to a bitter, corrosive disgust. The flame that once burned so brightly had been extinguished, replaced by a cold, relentless hatred. She loathed him with every fiber of her being, every breath she took a testament to the poison he had injected into her soul.

How could she have been so blind? How could she have mistaken this nauseating feeling for love? The realization was a slap in the face, a harsh awakening from a delusional dream. The man she had so desperately adored was a cruel, manipulative monster, a master of deception who had played her for a fool.

The memories of their time together now turned into a grotesque mockery, each gesture, each word twisted into a weapon of betrayal. She saw him for what he truly was, a venomous serpent masquerading as a prince charming. The love she had felt, the longing, the adoration, were now replaced by a burning desire for revenge.

She would make him pay for the pain he had caused, for the shattered fragments of her heart. She would expose him for the fraud he was, make sure everyone knew the truth about the man she had so foolishly loved.

Hate, she realized, was a far more potent force than love. It burned brighter, consumed more fiercely, and could not be easily extinguished. It would be her fuel, her motivation, her weapon against the man who had shattered her world.

Betrayal

Sarah couldn't believe her eyes. She stared at the screen, feeling a surge of nausea and rage. The email was clear and undeniable. Her husband, the man she had loved and trusted for ten years, was having an affair.

And not just any affair. He was cheating on her with her best friend, Lisa. The same Lisa who had been her maid of honor, who had babysat her kids, who had comforted her when she had a miscarriage. The same Lisa who had been lying to her face for months, pretending to be her friend while sleeping with her husband.

The email contained explicit details of their affair, along with photos and videos. It was sent by an anonymous sender, who claimed to be a concerned friend. Sarah didn't know who it was, or why they had sent it. But she knew that it was true. She recognized her husband's voice, his body, his face. She recognized Lisa's voice, her body, her face. She recognized the hotel room, the car, the necklace.

She felt a wave of pain wash over her, followed by a cold, relentless hatred. She hated them both, with every fiber of her being. She hated their betrayal, their deception, their cruelty. She hated the fact that they had made a fool of her, that they had taken everything from her, that they had destroyed her life.

She thought back to the past few months, and realized that everything had been a lie. The late nights at work, the business trips, the phone calls. The excuses, the apologies, the promises. The kisses, the hugs, the "I love you"s.

She felt sick, thinking of how they had used her, how they had played with her feelings, how they had mocked her behind her back. She felt angry, thinking of how they had stolen her happiness, how they had ruined her marriage, how they had hurt her children.

She wanted to make them pay, to make them suffer, to make them regret. She wanted to expose them, to humiliate them, to destroy them.

She grabbed her phone, and dialed her husband's number. She heard his voice, cheerful and unsuspecting.

"Hey, honey, what's up?"

She took a deep breath, and said the words that would change everything.

"I know about you and Lisa."