No More Love, No More Hurt1
In the fourth year of our marriage, Henry Johnson cheated on me, Wendy, his wife.
He held Melissa Sullivan in his arms and told his friends, "Even if Wendy were standing naked in front of me right now, I would feel nothing."
My grandma wanted to see him for the last time, but he didn't come. He even gave the only thing my grandma left to Melissa.
He sneered with contempt. "Wendy, you're old now. Who else would want you except me?"
Later, I left with determination.
But his eyes turned red, and he knelt in front of my door.
"Wendy, are you really giving up on me?"
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When I received the video, I was making chicken soup for Henry.
He had gone out for a networking event today, so he must have felt uncomfortable in his stomach when he returned.
It was almost dawn, and Henry had not yet arrived home when a strange number sent me a video.
I had a bad feeling and clicked on it.
The video was a bit shaky, indicating it wasn't recorded under normal circumstances.