Page 114 - Herzlia HS Magazine 2021

And I was responsible.

I felt no remorse. Our marriage survived, thrived, because of the
mutual understanding that Joey Trent was undeserving of me. And
so day-in and day-out of his pitiful existence - he fought to be worthy

of me. It was inevitable that he’d be drawn to another: someone to
whom he didn’t need to grovel for worthiness.

I found out about the affair underwhelmingly - Joey loved clichés. I

despise citrus perfume. Hate it. Never worn it. And so when Joey left
his shirt on the dresser two months ago, I happened to catch a

pungent whiff of a poisonous, tantalising orange scent (one I
wouldn’t be caught dead wearing). And I knew then and there, that
my dearest husband was a lying cheat. Instead of me, Elizabeth

Trent, he settled for someone else.

A doting bimbo who donned ‘Hugo Boss Orange Sunset’ perfume - how
cheap.

In retaliation, I concocted the perfect revenge plan by using liquid

Phosgene oxide. A corrosive agent that causes severe skin and
tissue damage. It was simple really. I mixed it with Joey’s contact
solution- just the right amount. He always put his contacts in last

before racing out the door to G-d knows whom. With retinas bathed
in Phosgene Oxide - driving would’ve been impossible. Within 15

minutes of his commute, the agent would’ve caused a sickening
burn to infiltrate his eyes, resulting in his retinas tearing. He would

have been almost completely blind and lost control of the vehicle.
And low and behold - he did. My adulterous scum of a husband

didn’t see that coming.