The Perfect Wife's Revenge

Synopsis

The digital clock on my nightstand glowed 4:58 AM as I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Robert. In ten minutes, the alarm would ring anyway, but I preferred these quiet moments before dawn when I could prepare everything perfectly. Ten years. A decade of marriage deserved something special. I padded downstairs to the kitchen, the marble floor cold against my bare feet. The house was silent except for the distant hum of the refrigerator. I pulled out the ingredients for Robert's favorite breakfast—Belgian waffles with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. A splurge of calories he'd forgive because today was our anniversary. As the waffle iron heated, I moved to the laundry room where Robert's freshly pressed shirts hung in a perfect row. I selected his charcoal Tom Ford suit—the one that made his blue eyes pop—and carefully removed it from the garment bag. Ten years ago, when we'd first married, he'd