Over breakfast, my cheating wife casually confessed, 'Last night, I slept with my boss. He was amazing in bed, so I’m planning to do it again.' I froze, choking on my coffee, and the cup slipped from my hands, splashing her with scalding liquid. She screamed, momentarily confused about what had happened. But as I stared at her, I realized one thing—I wanted to make her suffer even more.