My husband cheated , but I caught him and took my revenge in a smart way .
My husband, the Architect, was a man built for spotlights. A celebrated figure whose glass-and-steel creations dominated the city skyline, he carried himself with an air of practiced, almost suffocating confidence. His entire existence was one of meticulous, self-serving design, where everything—including our fifteen years of marriage—appeared perfectly structured. I, his wife, was merely the … Read more