Perfect Revenge - Cheating

On a wedding anniversary, a wife's cheating, a husband's revenge, the distortion of human nature or moral decay, the drop of blood falls slowly. It hung in mid-air, like a dark red gem that refused to fall, reflecting the last light in his eyes. Time has been stretched out, and in this stagnant moment, it is enough for me to recall the suffering of the past ten years one by one. They used to laugh at me, like a puddle of mud lying in the gutter. I listened to the sound of bones being crushed and remembered the faces. From that day on, I only lived for one thing - to cast the word "perfection" into the cornerstone of revenge. I studied everything about him, his habits, his fears, every subtle change in his expression, like the most devout believer studying his Bible. This is not an expression of anger, but an art. The fastest knife is boring; what I want is for him to clearly watch how he collapses bit by bit, just like me who watched the hope extinguished bit by bit in the ruins. Now, the time has come. The drop of blood finally touched the ground and spread silently. I raised my head and looked at the door. Behind the door, he knew nothing about it. My revenge does not need an audience, it only needs an artist who knows how to appreciate destruction.