Love's Ruin: Out of His Grasp

I swear, I didn't think he would die from fright!

I even called an ambulance, but by the time he got to the hospital, it was too late.

I was shaken, too—I never expected him to be such a delicate flower.

I was about to call his parents, Howard and Ethel, and his sister, Giselle, but then I unlocked his phone with his fingerprint and discovered some eye-opening secrets.

So, I decided to hold off on those calls.

No woman can resist snooping through her husband's phone—it's a universal truth.

Since they treated me like dirt, why should I break the news to them?

Reading their family group chat, I was fuming.

Little did I know that they were so hypocritical!

It turned out that I was the only fool in the world who had been deceived.

They had a group chat with Sabrina in it, and the name was Loving Family.

I laughed bitterly. It was clear who the real family was, and I was the last to know.

I lost all desire to inform them.

They had all been playing me for a fool! I was so upset that I decided against telling them.

I just called the funeral home and had Derek taken away.

I didn't even bother to accompany them, letting them handle it.

I had better things to do. He treated me like garbage when he was alive; now that he died, I didn't shed a tear.

It was a relief, actually, sparing me the heartache.

After Derek was taken away, I went home to my watermelon.

I took out the melon with Sabrina's photo, grabbed a kitchen knife, and sliced it open.

It was as if I had severed Sabrina's head, and my gloom lifted instantly.

Then, I crumpled her photo and tossed it in the trash.

As I munched on the watermelon, I started plotting how to be a happy and wealthy widow.

While I was enjoying my snack, I browsed Derek's phone.

Oh no! He had a secret WhatsApp account!

I clicked in and took a look.

Oh my! I uncovered a shocking secret!

Derek was no ordinary cheater—he was a world-class scumbag!

Any guilt I felt for him vanished in an instant.

He didn't deserve my sorrow or sympathy.

Reading the messages between Derek and Chloe, I hatched a plan.

I glanced back at the photo frame on the table, a picture of Derek from last year.

I took and developed it.

He was just an average-looking middle-aged man, yet he played the field?

Without money, would he think he was an attractive man?

That despicable man, even in death, managed to disgust me further.

I sent Sabrina the intimate photos and chat logs between Derek and Chloe, including Chloe's address.

I wanted Sabrina to deal with Chloe, sparing me the effort.

Judging by their chat, Chloe was no angel either.

She knew Derek was married and still threw herself at him, letting that scumbag bask in his own glory.

He thought it was his charm. Little did he know they were after his cash.

Looking at the transfer records, I was fuming!

Every penny Derek gave to Sabrina and Chloe was half mine!

But I wasn't worried. Once Sabrina and Chloe had their little showdown, I would reclaim what was rightfully mine.

Neither of them would slip through my fingers!