A husband who told his wife he was going to a business conference secretly went to the Carribean with another woman instead.
That's not unsual. It's so common there is probably a word for it. Carribeinboinking? Sneakyshesnorkeling? Bluewaterwanker?
In this case, when the wife found out, she hopped a plane across the country to show up at her husband's home which they co-own (they apparently lived apart for work reasons) and found he had hidden any evidence that he was married. And she found a trove of stuff that belonged to his travelling tart.
So, according to reports, this wronged woman cut out the crotches in the other woman's outfits and left them in a suitcase in the driveway.
The one whose clothes were trashed didn't press charges, which makes me think she thought she had it coming.
But the wife doing this is totally dumb,
because I'm sure the dude told his lady love that his wife was totally crazy and didn't understand him, etc. and now — bam — the lady who landed in town to make sure their was a lack of coth to cover the other woman's clam — well it's all the proof she needs, right?
But still, I get it. I mean, I once chucked a lawyer's clothes out a window on the 9th floor. I not only have no regrets, I wish I could do it again. It was one of the best rushes I ever had. And I'm counting that time my friend and I both hopped on the back of a motorcycle of a guy we'd just met and raced up the west side of Manhattan.
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