Do you know why you are being detained?- were the words of the police officer sitting on the other side of the interrogation table.

Explain to me how it ended up like this? Slowly and from the beginning- he said to gain my trust as he extended a cup of espresso to my hands.

I'm sorry for what I'm about to say, officer, but if you can't prove anything against me, you have no grounds to arrest me. And I believe that I am unjustly detained.

I started drinking my coffee, which felt like drinking water from a sacred spring after spending all day in the desert. It's just that after spending all night awake and running from the police, I feel like my head is going to explode.

After one more gulp of coffee I began my story.

It all started 13 official years ago. I fell madly in love with that man, after a while we got married and children came along and after a few years the problems started.

His ambitions went much higher than the family we formed. It was frustrating to have to deal with that.

He managed to conquer the social networks and with that he also conquered the hearts of girls all over the world.

I put up with those things, as always "for the children, for what they will say". But I stopped being happy a long time ago.

In my drawers I had my diary from my adolescence and he knew my secrets very well, so much time together gave him the opportunity to know me very well.

One night while I was sleeping he stole my diary. The next day I found the surprise on social networks that my husband had left me for another, a stewardess he met on one of his trips.

Clearly I didn't expect it but I thought I would survive that hard blow. But the real blow came from the video I saw of him announcing that he was launching a new drink on the market based on Colombian coffee.

I swear that at that moment I went crazy. I did not believe he could be cruel to the mother of his children. If he was able to stoop so low I could do justice before he launched the drink to the market.

How many times we made that drink at home, as a family tradition we drank it on every special occasion. And now he was going to cover up the scandal of our separation with that facade, he stole my family recipe for publicity.

Then I was surrounded by police and I don't know what happened? How I ended up here- I said to finish my story.

Your ex-husband reported that you stole something from him- Said the policeman blaming me.

After hours passed, no one could prove anything since all the objects they found in my bag were my property. So they released me. I went home tired and when I arrived I took a bath.

As the hot water ran over my body, I remembered everything I didn't tell the policeman. The night before, I hoped it would be late, I know he is a heavy sleeper and wouldn't notice anything.

I knew he was staying in his bachelor apartment with my replacement, ha! As if he could easily replace me my place is impossible to replace. I climbed in through the living room window, and when I got to the dining room I ran into Scott the German Shepherd we raised together. He jumped on me and I had to give him cuddles. He missed me as much as I missed him.

I got as far as his study and in the safe, which obviously the password is "I'm number #1", I managed to open it and took my diary with the recipe.

The guy didn't even notice. But when I was on my way out the alarm went off with Scott's tail and as hard as I ran I was surrounded by cops. But I got over it and managed to get rid of the police.

I saw that he announced that he would no longer release the drink due to lack of ingredients. What people don't know is that he never had the intelligence to copy the recipe, even with that he would not be able to replicate the drink of my Colombian ancestors. It was like changing a Chinese porcelain coffee cup for a plastic cup.

You may wonder what my revenge is in this bizarre story. Well he doesn't have my coffee drink, he doesn't have me as a wife, he was left without a family because of his ambition and he is not happy like me that I will get over this. He thought he hurt me but he made me stronger, for women no longer cry women bill.