Five years of marriage.Five years of loyalty.Five years of love.I thought I had a perfect life — a loving husband, supportive in-laws, a good reputation. Everything seemed flawless, too flawless. Then one day I found an earring in my husband’s coat pocket.That was the day the illusion cracked.Ryan, my husband of five years, was sleeping with his young, beautiful secretary.I didn’t explode. I didn’t demand answers. I didn’t ask for a divorce. Instead I pretended not to notice. I played blind to their little game. Not because I still loved him. No. It was something else.I needed to know why.Was I not enough? Was he unhappy with me? Or was it simply the thrill of something new, younger, brighter, easier?But beneath my need for answers something darker took hold: revenge.I wasn’t going to walk away and let him move on unpunished. I wanted him to pay. I wanted him to feel every ounce of the betrayal he’d handed me.A tooth for a tooth.I already knew exactly how to make him suffer.What he didn’t know was that the first move had already been made.