Revenge on Cheating Spouse

My husband’s friends had organized a camping trip. As night fell and everyone was thinking about settling down, someone suggested we make things more interesting. A game of drawing lots would decide who would share a tent for the night.

I didn’t want to join in, but Gregory’s close friend Lena drew the number for our tent. She looked at us with a pleading expression, and Gregory quickly let go of my hand.

“Are you really going to make her feel awkward now?”

“Eleanora, could you stop being so uptight for once?”

They climbed into the tent in front of everyone. Through the gap, I saw Gregory’s restless hand. When it was my turn to draw, Gregory laughed, saying I was too stuck in my ways to join the game.

Just then, Keith Walker, the tech mogul, approached me and offered his hand. “Want to share a tent with me?”

Everyone said Keith wasn’t interested in women, yet under everyone’s watchful eyes, I walked into a tent with him, leaving Gregory outside, repeatedly calling my phone.

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As evening fell, the camping organizer, seeing the shortage of tents, jokingly proposed, “Couples in one tent, and everyone else partners up.”

Luckily, Gregory and I had come as a couple, so one tent was just perfect for us. Or so I thought. As I relaxed a little, a single guy raised his hand with a cheeky grin.

“Why should couples get a tent while we single folks have to pair up?”

“And let’s face it, didn’t we all come here hoping to meet someone special? There’s no fun in splitting up.”

“Plus, check out the girls here; they only have eyes for the handsome ones, leaving us hanging.”

His words brought laughter and agreement from the group.

The organizer asked, “So, what’s your idea?”

“Why not draw lots to decide who shares a tent?”

“It’s fair, and everyone gets a chance.”

His idea was met with cheers, with many excited at the prospect of pairing up with someone attractive for the night. As they eagerly gathered paper and pens, I tugged at Gregory’s sleeve.

“Greg, this game isn’t for us. Let’s just leave…”

I thought, considering we were married, they wouldn’t mess with a real couple. But Gregory gave me an annoyed look and pulled his sleeve free.

“It’s just a game. Why are you such a buzzkill? You can leave if you want; I’m staying.”

Gregory spoke in a hushed tone, his voice tinged with irritation. I opened my mouth to argue but ultimately lowered my head.

We’d only been married a short time; my parents had set us up on a blind date. He was handsome, with a good job, a top catch in the matchmaking scene. My parents often said marrying him was like winning the lottery.

But in reality, Gregory had never been kind to me. When angry, he might not speak to me for days or even weeks until I cried and begged for forgiveness. I was