The Corpse in Bed Strikes Back

Summary

The mistress sent me a naked photo of her and my husband.

The caption was the grenade.

“Your husband says you’re a corpse in the sack.”

I didn’t reply.

I went straight to the printing house, fast-tracked an order for fifteen hundred copies, and plastered them all over her apartment complex.

The next day, she called me, sobbing, begging me to forgive her.

I chuckled. “Don’t rush it. That was just the appetizer. The next grand gift is for both of you.”