Martha had reached her limit with Mark’s constant tardiness. This called for extreme measures. She left a tear-stained note announcing her departure, then squeezed under the bedframe to witness his devastation. The floor dust tickled her nose as she waited.
Mark’s arrival sent her heart racing. She heard the note crinkle, then his shocking phone conversation: “She’s gone! Meet me at the bar in ten – tonight we celebrate!” The door slammed, and Martha emerged shaking with rage, only to find his scribbled addition: “Your ankle bracelet is visible. Getting pizza.”
As she stood holding the note, the front door opened. Mark stood there holding a pepperoni pie, grinning. “Hungry, detective?” he asked, waving at her hiding spot. Sometimes the best revenge plans require better hiding places – and quieter jewelry.
