Betrayed Wife's Payback

Synopsis

I hummed softly as I moved around our apartment, straightening Marcus's perpetually disorganized desk. The familiar routine brought me comfort—these small acts of care that had defined our five years together. My husband, always rushing between meetings, leaving a trail of coffee mugs and scattered papers in his wake. I smiled, picturing his apologetic grin when he'd return from his Seattle trip tomorrow. The afternoon light streamed through our floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow across the sleek, modern furniture we'd chosen together when the company first turned profitable. From nothing to this—our penthouse overlooking the San Francisco Bay, our thriving tech consultancy. We'd built it all together, brick by digital brick. "Time to set your alarm, Mr. Forgetful," I murmured, picking up Marcus's phone from the coffee table. He'd rushed out so quickly this morning he'd left it unlocked—typical Marcus, always in a hurry. As I swiped to access the clock app, his photo gallery opened instead. My finger hovered over the screen, ready to close it, when a thumbnail caught my eye. Something about the colors, the setting... I tapped it without thinking. The world stopped spinning. Marcus sat on a park bench at Golden Gate Park—I recognized the distinctive cypress trees in the background. His arm was draped casually around a slender Asian woman with delicate features and a gentle smile. Between them, a little boy with Marcus's eyes and dimples beamed at the camera, ice cream smeared across his cheek. "Daddy, look!" The caption beneath the photo, dated just two weeks ago. My lungs refused to work. The phone slipped from my suddenly numb fingers, clattering against the hardwood floor. I bent to retrieve it with mechanical movements, my eyes never leaving the