He finds an old love note I wrote to you long ago with the url to my blog, that you left carelessly lying around your room when you had him over to fuck you with his tiny dick on Valentine's Day. You call me this morning to apologize for being a stupid stuck up hypocritical bitch and try to be friends again just to get me to make my blog private so he can't read any of the shit I've written in there about you and him? I've got five words for you.
KARMA'S A BITCH AIN'T IT?
I have no sympathy for you, and despite you pleading and begging and offering anything in exchange, I will let the fear and guilt consume you. Whatever happens, at most my actions will only reveal the truth of your infidelity to him. If he is foolish enough to go through my blog, if his lousy chinglish is able to decipher any meaning in the 80+ posts I've written, at most he'll only come to know of your infidelity, but I am not responsible for his actions upon learning the truth. Thus, there is nothing for me to feel guilty about. You brought this on yourself. The irony is as rich as the strawberry white chocolate cheesecake I baked for my family last night. The best part? I wasn't planning any of it!
For three months you have played mind games with me, and your carelessness has trapped your queen and put your king in check. You risk losing yourself or him, and now it is my move. To take the queen, or to destroy the king?
Happy Valentine's Day.
