REVENGE IS BEST SERVED COLD

I bit my lips, trying to hold the tears threatening to rush down. "How can they, noooo, nooo?" I repeated these words to myself, trying to convince myself this was a dream, as if saying them out loud would make the reality less painful.This has to be a bad dream, the searing sensation of pain in my chest told me otherwise. It must be a huge mix-up. "Maybe just maybe," I thought as the tears flowed down my cheek. This has to be just a terrible mistake; I must have seen wrong but deep down, I knew it didn't. I had seen it with my own eyes - my younger sister Lucy and my husband, Christian, cuddled up together on our bed. The people I trusted most in the world. How could they? The image of their intertwined bodies was seared into my mind, and I couldn't shake it off. I had rushed out of the house, leaving the cuddling couple behind. I couldn't bear to look at them - from the groans, the moans and the clothing scattered on the floor, it looked like they were having a good time. The thought made my stomach churn with nausea. After everything I had done for Christian, how could he do this to me, to us. How could he cheat on me, not just with anyone, but with my younger sister, my blood?. My knees buckled and I doubled over gasping for breath, I felt like I had been punched in the gut, like all the air had been sucked out of me. I looked down at the divorce papers in my hands, and suddenly, everything made sense. This was why Christian wanted a divorce. Lucy had encouraged me to sign it. "You deserve better," she said. So this was the reason - so they could go on with their romance, and I had foolishly signed it. I thought back to all the things I had done for Christian, for our family. I had spent five years working morning and night shifts, just to take care of him and our son, Chris, because his job paid little. I had given everything for our family, for us and this is what I get. The tears streamed down my face blurring my vision. I sat down on the floor, my head pounding,my skull felt like it was splitting open. I don't know how long I sat there - 30, maybe 40 minutes. The world around me was a blur; my mind was numb and empty. I was breaking down, hurting in ways I never thought possible. Nothing had prepared me for this moment. When I was young, I once had a dream that my fiancé cheated on me. In that dream, my sister was there to comfort me. Lol, the irony. I looked down at the divorce papers in my hands. One thing was sure in my mind: I was not going to give them a divorce. Over my dead body would they enjoy the fruit of my labor.There was going to be no happily ever after. Those were my thoughts as I tore the divorce papers into tiny pieces. I will be damned to leave so easily. I won't be a fool twice.