I stepped out of the house, feeling the weight of everything I had just done pressing against my chest. It felt like a strange kind of victory, but at the same time, the knowledge that I had set the stage for something so much bigger was hard to shake. As I climbed into my car, I couldn’t help but feel an odd mix of satisfaction and guilt, the laxative working its way through his system, the image of his struggle still fresh in my mind.
I drove to the bar, trying to keep my emotions in check. But every few seconds, I found myself smiling uncontrollably, as if I had just won the lottery. Maybe it was just the satisfaction of knowing I had done something he would never forget. Something he had brought upon himself.
The bar was dimly lit, just the way I liked it. I spotted my friends at a booth in the back, their eyes lighting up when they saw me. They knew me too well. I didn’t have to say a word. The smile on my face told them everything they needed to know.
“Girl, you look like you’ve won a championship,” Emma said, her eyes glinting with curiosity.
I slid into the booth, feeling the tension finally start to leave my body. “You wouldn’t believe what I did today,” I said, shaking my head as I slid my purse off my shoulder.
“Uh-oh, sounds like someone is about to get a little revenge,” Lucy laughed, her eyes widening.
I glanced at both of them, then lowered my voice. “I put a laxative in Steve’s coffee before he left to see Caroline.”
Emma and Lucy both gasped, their eyes darting around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.
“Wait, hold up,” Lucy said, leaning in. “You’re telling me that after all the things he’s been doing to you… you finally snapped?”“Snap? No.” I shook my head. “This is more like an appetizer before the main course.”
