craving mirrored revenge
I was incensed at the unfairness of losing my fortune without having a voice. My need for vengeance reflected my sense of powerlessness as I gazed at that empty bank account. Something strong enough to rock their world was what I desired. All I needed was the ideal strategy, one that was well-thought-out enough to make every dollar they took seem like a brick falling from their meticulously built existence. This wasn’t just about getting their money back; it was also about making them feel helpless, which is what they imposed upon me.
Craving Mirrored Revenge
plotting the public destruction
While plotting, I discovered that my mother-in-law’s facelift was the ideal target. She openly displayed a façade that was created with money I had taken. I imagined a catastrophe—making her cherished metamorphosis into a source of shame. It would expose her just as much as it would the complete betrayal I went through. The irony was acute: they would fail because of the exact facelift my husband had paid for. With my own hands, I would dismantle their pride and ensure that their alleged triumph was reduced to ashes.
Plotting The Public Destruction
