They both stared at me, unsure of whether I was joking or not. But I could see the wicked smile tugging at the corners of my lips, and they knew it wasn’t a joke. I had made my move.
“So, what happened?” Emma asked, looking at me intently, like she was waiting for a punchline.
I grinned and took a sip of my drink. “You won’t believe it. He tried to leave for his ‘important meeting,’ but ten minutes later, he came running back into the house screaming for the bathroom. He was literally holding his stomach like he was about to explode.”
“No way!” Lucy burst out laughing. “You gave him the run for his money.”
I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. “And you know the best part? He didn’t even notice that I was already out the door when he yelled at me from the bathroom.”
“You are savage,” Emma said, clinking her glass against mine. “But I love it. I really do.”
As the evening wore on, the laughter and drinks flowed, but deep down, I was thinking about what would happen when I returned home. It was only a matter of time before Steve figured out the full extent of what I had done. And once he did, things would never be the same. I didn’t know whether he would confront me or try to make excuses, but one thing was for sure… I wasn’t going to let him walk away from this one.
Two hours later, I pulled into the driveway, a sense of calm settling over me. But as I stepped inside, the silence that greeted me felt heavier than usual. The house, usually filled with the hum of life, now seemed like a hollow shell. I couldn’t hear Steve’s usual sarcastic comments or the sound of his footsteps moving around.
The air felt thick with tension, and my stomach turned with a sudden sense of dread. Something wasn’t right. I walked slowly through the house, my senses on high alert, trying to detect any sign of him.
I made my way to the stairs, the same stairs where earlier he had stormed up in a frantic attempt to find relief. But as I reached the top, I noticed something strange. The bathroom door was wide open. And the smell… it was unlike anything I had ever encountered.
I walked cautiously toward the open door, my heart pounding in my chest. Inside, I found something that made my blood run cold.
Steve was lying on the floor, his face contorted in pain, his hand clutching his stomach. But what really caught my attention was the puddle of dark liquid spreading beneath him.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, stepping back in shock.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The same man who had treated me with such disregard was now sprawled on the bathroom floor, unable to move, completely at the mercy of his own body. I felt a strange mix of satisfaction and horror as I stared at him. This wasn’t what I had imagined.
