At my husband’s promotion party, the crystal glasses clinked and applause filled the hall. Suddenly, his mistress stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face. Gasps of shock echoed from everywhere. My husband burst out laughing. “Relax,” he said with a mocking smile. My cheek burned, but I smiled back. Because as the music grew louder and gazes turned away, I whispered to myself: Enjoy this moment. Minutes later, that celebration turned into my revenge.
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