Your husband is a cheater. You knew it but he didn’t know you did. He was out most nights at a bar with his ‘friends’ while he was instead out with his affair partner.

You had enough, making a plan to do while he was out one night. Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.

You dug your key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive, carved your name into his leather seats. You took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all four tyres.

Now you were just waiting for him to get home.