The wife stepped closer and unexpectedly placed a neat folder on the bed in front of the mistress.

— Do you know what’s in here? — she asked quietly.

The mistress shook her head in confusion.

The wife opened the folder, and the mistress saw printed copies of her own messages: revealing photos, texts, confessions — everything she had sent to the man. But next to them were other conversations where she wrote the exact same phrases to her own husband, promising him that “it’s over with that man,” “it’s just friendship,” “I love you more than life.”

At that moment, the mistress turned pale as if she stopped breathing.

The wife said calmly, “These materials have already been sent to your husband. And to a small group of your mutual friends. By the way, he has already read them.”

The mistress’s hands began to shake, she collapsed to the floor, and covered her face, fully aware that her marriage was destroyed.

The husband tried to jump up from the bed, but the wife turned to him and, without raising her voice, said, “Your turn.” She took out a second envelope and tossed it onto his lap.

Inside were documents proving that he had used his work computer and work email to communicate with the mistress, had sent her confidential work files, had used fake business meetings as an excuse to go on dates, and had even skipped important meetings — something his boss had suspected for a long time.

— These documents are already on your director’s desk, — the wife said. — Tomorrow morning you’ll be called in. You’re welcome.

The husband turned pale, tried to say something, but the wife didn’t listen. She calmly picked up her bag and left.

The mistress sobbed, and the husband held his head in his hands, realizing he had lost his job, his wife, and the life he once knew.