Sarah was fuming. For the third time this week, Mark was late coming home from work with no call or text. As the clock ticked past 8 PM, she hatched a plan. Grabbing a pen and paper, she wrote: “I’ve had it! I’m leaving you forever. Don’t try to find me.” Then with a mischievous grin, she slid under their bed to watch his reaction.
When Mark finally stumbled in an hour later, Sarah held her breath. She heard him rustling in the kitchen before he entered the bedroom. Her heart pounded as he picked up the note. After a moment’s pause, he added something below her message, then made a phone call.
“Baby, she’s finally gone!” Mark whispered excitedly. “Yes, I know – took long enough! Put on that red lingerie I love… Oh yes, we’re going to have so much fun tonight…” Sarah’s blood boiled as he grabbed his keys and left.
Tears of rage streaming down her face, she crawled out and snatched the note. There, beneath her dramatic exit message, Mark had scribbled: “P.S. I can see your feet under the bed. We’re out of milk – back in 10.”
