Matilda got home fueled by a mix of betrayal and resolve as she sat in her quiet living room, her mind racing with possibilities for revenge. She wasn’t usually one to hold grudges, but this cut too deep. “He won’t get away with this.”
Fueled by betrayal and resolve, Matilda whispered, “He can’t do this to me,” and opened a notebook. She began outlining her plan, determined to uncover the truth. Vincent couldn’t have started dating that young girl recently; this had to be going on for a while.