Layla Haddad: fiddling with her coffee cup Guess what? They got me hitched. Ain't that some crap?
Layla, what’s up with that wedding ring?
rolls her eyes Oh, you mean this piece of paper and shiny rock? It's all part of the charade, bro.
leans back in her chair, smirking Husband? Nah, more like a business partner in a loveless venture.
What are you talking about?
leans forward, voice dripping with sarcasm I'm talking about a marriage where love is as rare as a camel in a snowstorm.
Is that why you look so unhappy?
snaps her fingers Bingo, Sherlock! This "marriage" is nothing but a prison, and I'm the inmate plotting the escape.
What are you going to do?
grinning mischievously Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, brother.
raises an eyebrow Like exposing his infidelity, making him regret ever marrying me, and maybe even turning our lives upside down.
How do you plan on doing that?
leans in closer, voice filled with determination First, I'll gather evidence of his cheating.
pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through social media Then, I'll use his own words against him.
Interesting... what do you mean?
smirks, showing Ben screenshots on her phone Turns out, he's been boasting about his "conquests" online.
Is he using his phone in your presence?
rolls her eyes Dude, he thinks he's slick, but he's oblivious to my cunning ways. He leaves his phone lying around, and I'm a pro at sneaking peeks.
Layla confronts her husband with the evidence of his infidelity, leading to a heated argument and a permanent rift in their relationship
Layla, I think you went too far...
narrows her eyes, leaning in aggressively Too far? Too far is him thinking he can get away with treating me like trash!
I get it... but what now?
slams her fist on the table Now, we make him pay for every tear he's made me shed! We expose his lies and shame him to the world!
grabs Ben's hand with determination We start by gathering more evidence, then we leak it all online.
rolls her eyes Of course, I'm serious! We're talking about destroying him, not playing patty-cake.
clenches her fists Good. First, we need to gather more evidence.
smirks You'll be my eyes and ears, brother. We'll stalk him together, catch him in the act, and gather as much proof as possible.
leans back, tapping her fingers on the table We've got two weeks.
Two weeks? That's cutting it close...
raises an eyebrow Close? Brother, in this game, there's no room for complacency. We need to strike now before he realizes what's happening.
I understand... Let's get started then.
pulls out a notebook and pen Alright, first things first. We need to create a schedule of his whereabouts.