Today is my anniversary. Forty years. Not quite a “berry” yet, but no longer a bud. I’ve been married for more than half my life. I was. I thought there was nothing more unbreakable than my marriage. Especially terrible was finding out that my husband has a son with another woman. Right today. An excellent birthday gift.
And what does an offended woman do? Right—she turns into a berry early, only a wolfish one. Very poisonous and vengeful. Stay away, darling—I’ll destroy you. I just wish that audacious pretty boy who saved me from stupidity would not get in the way. Although… if I’m going to take revenge, then I’ll take revenge. All means are good.