Darling, could you pick me up from work? – She called her husband, hoping to dodge a tiring forty-minute public transport journey after a long day.

Dear, can you pick me up from work? She called her husband, hoping to avoid a grueling fortyminute bus ride after a long day.
Dear, could you collect me at the office? Filipa phoned her spouse, wishing that after an exhausting shift she wouldnt have to endure a fortyminute bus journey.
“I’m busy,” Miguel replied curtly. In reality the TV was on, a clear sign he was at home.
Filipa felt a deep sorrow. Their marriage was unraveling, and just six months earlier Miguel had promised to hold her in his arms. What could have changed so quickly? Filipa didnt know.
She takes care of her body, spending plenty of time at the gym. She cooks wonderfullyno wonder she works at a popular restaurant. She never asked for money, never caused trouble, always ready to fulfill any of her husbands wishes
“Youre going to wear him out like that,” Filipas mother warned after hearing the complaints. “You cant pamper a man in everything.”
“I only love him,” the young woman answered with a helpless smile. “And he loves me”
*****
“In the end, he got tired,” Filipa thought, biting her lip as she browsed his history. It turned out Miguel spent all his free time on dating sites, chatting with several women simultaneously. “Why didnt he just tell me? I would have understood and let him go. Why suffer, living with a woman he doesnt love and tormenting her with his behavior?”
Divorce, then. Shes strong; shell get through it. But she wont let him walk away without a little revenge
That same night, Filipa signed up on the same site Miguel used, found his profile, and started a conversation. She grabbed a random internet picture, tweaked it a bit, and was sure Miguel would fall for the trap. He did.
The messaging became intense. Miguel claimed he wasnt married, that he was ready for a serious relationship and children. He bragged about his wonderful character, making Filipa laugh until she cried. She knew all too well how tricky he could be.
“Let’s meet,” Filipa wrote, waiting eagerly for his reply.
“It would be great,” he responded within seconds. “But my sister is temporarily staying at my place, preparing for entrance exams. So well meet somewhere neutral first, then we can go to a hotel.”
“Really?” Filipa whispered to herself after reading the message. “How can you be so sure a woman will agree to a hotel right away? Any normal person would be offended by that! Still, it serves my purposes.”
“Shall we meet at my house? I live in a chalet on the outskirts, alone. No one will bother us” He wondered if she would accept.
“Great idea!” Miguel clearly felt satisfied, probably because it saved him extra expense. “Send me the address and time. Ill be there in a flash.”
“Rua **** 25, 10p.m. Works?”
“Sure! Wait for me.”
At nine that evening, Miguel pretended he had been urgently called to work. He couldnt find his car keys and reluctantly asked his wife if she had seen them.
“They were on the table,” Filipa said, looking at him honestly while slipping the keys into her pocket. “Maybe the cat took them?”
Filipa had no intention of waiting. Why? She used the time to pack her things. Fortunately she owned an apartment, inherited from her grandmother. The only thing she left on the table was the divorce petition, clearly visible.
Miguel didnt return home until the next morning, furious. Not only had the trip taken over an hour, but the Ana from the site was nowhere to be found.
The address was real, the house existed. However, the resident was not the modellookalike from the photo. The woman who opened the door was twice his size, wearing only a semitransparent robe, and Miguel would gladly hand over all his money to forget that sight.
Escaping her was a battle! He had to hail a taxi just to leave the place. He waited ages for the car, shivering in a thin coat. Moreover, the driver was a stranger who first took him to an unknown location It turned into a wild night.
Only when he arrived back at the apartment and saw the divorce petition on the table did Miguel realize who had orchestrated everything. Beside the petition, in bright red lipstick, was written:
This sweet revenge