Revenge

I dragged the first woman out by her hair. The second one I invited shopping, smiling the whole drive there.

I found proof my wife had been lying for two years. So I drove across town to tell the one stranger who deserved to know — and never expected what came next.

I woke him for work, made his lunch, kissed him goodbye, and watched him drive off to his shift. Then I found his car parked three buildings away.

He found out about her affair on a Tuesday. By Thursday, her entire professional network would know it too, in exactly fourteen words.

He started sleeping with his phone zipped in his pocket. So I built the perfect woman to find out why — blue eyes and all, exactly his type.

She told me she'd be at her parents' for a week. I found out otherwise by accident, on a restaurant patio, on a Tuesday. So I took a few photos and started making calls.

She'd been begging me to take her to that steakhouse for months. The week I found out she was cheating, I finally said yes — and told her to order anything she liked.

He picked my birthday weekend to cheat — while I was away celebrating. He forgot one small thing: his email was still synced to my tablet.