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She is a thief. For taking away the child from his loving father.

A lunatic. For having the guts to run away from her matrimonial home.

And also a cheat. For having eloped with a man.

Fuck. My anger and disgust for her doubled. She wasn't even shameless to run off with a man. Not considering the fact that her dear husband would be searching frantically for her.

The thought tugged on my nerves, making me more determined to catch her and take her back. People like her are the lowest kind of scum.

It tugged on my chest, how her poor husband would probably be swimming in anger, frustration, and depression. Waking up one morning and finding out that his wife whom he loved so much had run away with their only child.

I moved away from the entrance and strode forward, my purpose solidified. For the sake of that innocent child, I've taken this mission personally.

And I'll find her in a few days. Such lunatic.

I'll find her, gag her to make sure I don't hea