Her gentle revenge was to live well

Yesterday, my informant told me that for some unknown reason, my husband and his mistress had a huge argument—their eighth fight in recent memory. I feel the time is ripe.

Step One: The Plan Begins

Today, I set my plan into motion. Standing on the rooftop of the thirty-story Yihe Tower, I let the wind whip my plain, unadorned emotions into sharp creases. I dial my husband’s number. As always, it is his lover and assistant, Meiling, who answers. Her voice is sweet and practiced: “Mr. Chen is in a meeting.”

I let my face twist with anger. “If you don’t put him on the phone right now, I’ll jump. See if you can escape the blame.”
Meiling is silent.
…Threat delivered.