Procuring her phone was simple. The rest fell into place easily. After all, there's no need to hack someone when you already know them intimately. When they give you access, when they let you in, you assume there is an understanding that things will remain civil. Otherwise, mutually assured destruction becomes inevitable.
Her brazen actions. Neither deleting nor protecting her correspondence with the infidel. It is her text messages that tell the tale, it is her text messages that are the catalyst to her demise. They have betrayed her, as she betrayed me. This will not end well. These actions I take against her might end my cycle, but believe me when I say, I'll be dragging her down to hell with me.
I'm at a loss for words. My world is shattered. Duplicitous Queen of the Harpies. Became familiar with another man while I cared for our brood. Hang your head in shame disgraced samurai slut. Not only took pleasure in the flesh but also fulfilled an emotional void. I could almost accept and forgive her if it were only procuring some strange pole, and going for a spin, however, this was an old flame, and one she seemed intent on rekindling. Reading those exchanged words burns my soul with anger. Exponentially increasing rage with every word, with every letter. Such betrayal. Such dishonesty. Such a two-faced skank. I have lost all respect for her now. I had held her in a higher regard. Foolish.
I Weep not for what is lost, and what never should have been, for instead, I use the pain to fuel my fury whilst burning her fucking world around her. Back to the chasms from whence it came. The fraudster will face the wrath, and be eviscerated for her misdeeds. Collateral damage will ensue, it is unavoidable. It will be irreversible. This will bury us both. I once called her the love of my life. I will now make it my life to love ruining her. The cheater will receive no mercy from me.
