Cheryl suspects her husband of cheating and seeks revenge after his daily disappearances to his garage. But when the truth of her husband’s actions comes out, Cheryl takes drastic measures to clean up her mess, ruining her entire life.
“Where are you going? I thought we could watch a movie tonight, Frank,” Cheryl frowned at her husband as she saw him heading toward the front door after dinner.
“I’ve got a few things to do at the garage,” he replied, wearing his shoes. “I won’t have time later, honey. I’m paying good money to rent that space, and I gotta use it as much as possible.”
“And when do we get to see your car finally?” she asked, containing her anger.
“When it’s ready.” He gave her a kiss and left the house.
Cheryl turned to their daughter. “Have you ever seen Dad’s car?” she asked.
Annie was 21 and in college but lived with them as her school was close to their home.
“Just let it go, Mom,” she shrugged. “Dad’s got a hobby, and you should get one too, Mom. I’m off to Sandra’s. We have a chem test coming up.”
Cheryl appeared to be relaxed, but she was frustrated. It was weird that a man who was never interested in cars would suddenly buy and restore one.
So Cheryl discreetly followed Frank that night, thinking how he wasn’t the same man she’d married. He would get home, eat, and rush to the garage most nights, returning at odd hours. Once, she thought she caught a whiff of a woman’s perfume when he got in bed.
Cheryl parked away from the garage rental and sat in her car, observing. She noticed Frank’s car and how he looked back when he entered the garage.
Cheryl would need proof of Frank’s betrayal, so she decided to burst into the space with her camera on. But the garage door opened just then, and a woman in a bright sequined dress with blond hair came out.
Cheryl’s mouth dropped. There was no point bursting into the garage and yelling as the mistress had left. She contained her rising emotions and drove home, deciding to take revenge on her husband.
A few days later, Cheryl met up with her ex-lover at a posh bar. “I can’t believe you called me,” he smiled at her as a waitress delivered their drinks.
Cheryl flipped her locks in a flirty manner. “Well, it’s just been so long,” she said. “I had no idea what I wanted back then, but I now realize I made a mistake when I didn’t pick you,” she paused. “Are you married to someone? Was this the wrong time to call?”
“No, no, Cheryl. I’ve dated here and there, but no one has ever compared to you,” Adam revealed sincerely. “But…what about your husband, Frank?”
They sat on his couch, drinking, and Cheryl sipped, observing him. They talked for a while until Adam’s words started slurring, and his eyes spun. He fell from the couch, and foam slipped from his mouth, but Cheryl left him alone, deciding not to call 911.
A few days later, Frank and Cheryl booked a trip to their favorite cabin getaway and were at the airport check-in.
”Let me help you with your carry-on,” Frank said and grabbed her stuff with one hand, putting his other on her waist to guide her toward the security area.
An unexpected commotion stopped them as several police officers ran with airport security.