Mila’s morning routine began with a semblance of normalcy, as she prepared breakfast for her husband, Richard. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sizzle of eggs in the pan, and she carefully arranged the plates, hoping the familiar comfort of their routine would rekindle some connection between them.

As she set the plates on the table, Mila attempted to bridge the growing distance between them with light conversation. “So, any thoughts on our weekend plans? We could visit that new art gallery downtown or catch a movie. What do you think?” Her voice was gentle, laden with hope.

Richard barely glanced up from his phone, offering a distracted grunt. “We’ll see,” he mumbled, his attention fixed on the screen. Mila’s heart sank, but she masked her disappointment with a patient smile. This was their routine lately—her attempts to engage, his persistent disengagement.

As she poured herself another cup of coffee, Richard’s phone buzzed, drawing her attention. The screen displayed a name she didn’t recognize: “Carol,” along with a photo of a woman. Mila’s stomach churned, but she forced herself to remain composed.

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“Who’s Carol?” she asked, her tone casual but her heart racing.

Richard’s response was flat, almost dismissive. “Oh, she’s a business colleague. I’ll be out of town for a meeting this weekend. I’ll be gone until Monday.” His nonchalance only deepened Mila’s unease.

With a forced smile, she bid him farewell, her mind churning with suspicion. As Richard drove away, Mila’s sense of foreboding grew. This business trip seemed more than just a work obligation.

Later, as Mila prepared for her meeting with a prospective client, she was distracted by the morning’s events. She met with the client, who turned out to be Carol. Mila’s heart raced as she recognized the woman from Richard’s phone.

Carol, oblivious to the storm she was causing, was enthusiastic about the luxury apartment. Mila, struggling to maintain her professional demeanor, conducted the tour with a forced calm. Carol’s comments about a “special man” and a “romantic getaway” only confirmed Mila’s worst fears.

By the end of the tour, Carol signed the rental agreement eagerly. Mila discreetly pocketed a spare key, her mind racing with a plan for retribution. She would ensure that Richard and Carol’s weekend together was anything but peaceful.

That evening, Mila arrived at the apartment with Carol’s boyfriend, a tall, angry man. They entered the apartment using the spare key, moving quietly through the hallway. The sounds of muffled conversation and laughter grew louder as they approached the bedroom. Mila’s stomach twisted with each step.

The door burst open, revealing Richard and Carol in bed. The room erupted in chaos as Carol’s boyfriend’s roar filled the space. Richard’s face turned pale as he fell to his knees, stammering apologies. Carol, previously confident, was now visibly terrified.

Mila stood firm, her composure unwavering. She reminded Richard of their prenuptial agreement, which stipulated hefty financial penalties for infidelity. Richard’s face turned ashen as he realized the gravity of the situation.

Without waiting for a response, Mila turned and walked out, her head held high. The confrontation had been intense, but Mila had reclaimed her power and ensured that Richard and Carol faced the consequences of their actions. As she left the apartment, a sense of victory and empowerment washed over her. She had turned betrayal into a lesson in justice and strength, ensuring that she would emerge from the experience stronger and more resolute than ever before.