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

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.

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

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.