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Hotel Room Lying on the bed, he couldn't shake off a feeling of unease. It was as if there was a third person in the room. He suddenly sat up and looked around the room. There was no one. Yet that feeling did not fade away. He walked to the window and looked down. The hotel lobby was empty. He returned to the bed, his confusion deepening. Who had entered the room? Who was that person?
I returned home and sat in front of my computer. My emotions were running high, and my hands were shaking. I lit a cigarette. I stared at the computer screen and took a deep breath. Then, I opened my computer and sent out all those photos. I anonymously posted this evidence on various websites. My fingers flew over the keyboard, simultaneously recording my declaration of revenge.
Hotel Room, your retribution is coming. I will make you pay.
After I finished posting all the evidence, I shut down the computer. I lay on the bed, waiting for public opinion to ferment.
Soon, someone will come to criticize Hotel Room.
I will make sure the reputation of Hotel Room is completely ruined.
Time passed second by second.
I kept an eye on the developments online.
Before long, someone discovered my post.
They left comments, sharing their opinions.
"The photo must be fake; the traces of Photoshop are too obvious."
"Hey, you seem to be a fan of Hotel Room; this photo is clearly real!"
"This Hotel Room looks decent, but I didn't expect him to be this kind of person."
"Yeah, I’ve seen his interviews; he once said he loved his wife very much. I can't believe he cheated."
"Well, it's normal for men to cheat, isn't it?"
"Hey, that's typical toxic masculinity; it's normal for men to cheat? So why isn't it normal for women to cheat?"
I looked at these comments and sneered.
I quietly waited for the situation to escalate further.
Soon, someone dug up Hotel Room's family situation.
"As far as I know, Hotel Room's wife is a full-time housewife, has no job, and her health is poor."
"Oh my God, how could Hotel Room still have the heart to cheat?"
"This man is really scummy."
"Yeah, his wife treats him so well, yet he still cheats."
I felt a sense of satisfaction as I read these comments.
Hotel Room, you finally got your comeuppance.
Before long, more dirt about Hotel Room was exposed.
"I know that Hotel Room once forced his wife to have an abortion."
"What? He actually did something like this?"
"Yeah, his wife's health was already poor, and after the abortion, she became even weaker."
"This man is simply a beast."
"Exactly, his wife treated him so well, yet he treats her like this."
As I read these comments, my hatred grew stronger.
As time passed, more and more people began to believe in the affair of Hotel Room.
I looked at the comments on the computer screen, feeling a mix of emotions.
I remembered the time I spent with Hotel Room.
How naive I was back then.
I believed in love, believed in marriage, believed in Hotel Room.
But reality slapped me hard in the face.
Hotel Room betrayed me.
He hurt me.
He caused me to lose my chance to be a mother.
He stripped me of my dignity as a woman.
I will make you pay for this.
I quietly stared at the computer screen, silently thinking.
These things will soon reach Hotel Room's ears.
I will make you experience what true pain feels like.
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