My Husband Cheated in the Sauna, so I Turned up the Heat

At a private spa retreat, my husband’s assistant brought me a glass of iced coffee.

I was parched and about to drain it when a stream of comments appeared before my eyes.

[Drink it, you wicked villainess! The coffee is laced with enough sleeping pills to knock you out. Don’t ruin the leads’ big moment!]

[I’m dying. The male lead is sleeping with his sister-in-law right under the villainess’ nose.]

[The leads are all over each other in the sauna! This is getting spicy!]

Suspicious, I lowered the glass, and the comment stream erupted.

[Why isn’t the villainess drinking it?!]