Silent Rage
Phone in hand, I clicked the capture button, preserving snippets of betrayal. Visions of our family life flickered alongside the painful truths the screen displayed.
Anger bubbled underneath my calm exterior, threatening to reveal itself. It would’ve been easy to lash out, make a scene.
But I held back, mind already drawing the blueprint for my revenge. This was just the beginning; he was about to find out what happens when you underestimate the strength of the wronged.