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As the holiday season neared, my usual beauty salon was fully booked. The staff inquired if I'd be willing to share a room, and I agreed, thinking it wouldn't be an issue.
My roommate turned out to be a young woman who seemed vaguely familiar.
At checkout, the woman's card was declined. "Honey, my beauty card is empty," she cooed into her phone.
"Sweetheart, hold on. I'll send you some money now. Is 20,000 enough?" A doting male voice responded, sounding eerily like my spouse, Dexter Keaton.
I laughed internally, believing I was being paranoid, when my phone alerted me: [20,000 withdrawn from my account.] Suddenly, I felt as if I'd plunged into a frozen lake, chilled to the bone.

Married for a Decade, Betrayed in a Beauty Salon

Dexter and I jointly own these possessions as part of our marital assets, and I'm entitled to take them back.


As anticipated, when I came home one day, Dexter insisted on being my chauffeur once more.


I was about to enter the elevator when Scarlett appeared.


Baron had informed me earlier that Scarlett had been dismissed. I assumed she was here for Dexter, but surprisingly, she intercepted me and said, "Rania, it's clear Dexter no longer cares for you. Why do you persist in clinging to him?" Scarlett's eyes were filled with animosity, as if I had taken her spouse instead of my own.


I retorted sarcastically, "Are you confused? Weren't you present when I presented the divorce papers to him and requested his signature? You should be aware that I wasn't the one refusing to end the marriage."


Scarlett sneered, "Who's to say you're not employing some strategy, feigning indifference to lure him back?" Her audacity left me astounded.


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