He Took Her to Bed, I Sent Them to Hell

"Brielle, I'm giving you a chance. Go out there and explain."

Anger clouded Anthony's face. I found it almost funny. In this marriage stained by infidelity, I was the one who should be furious.

But I hadn't collapsed in grief. I hadn't wallowed in self-pity. I'd chosen to fight back instead of suffering in silence. And somehow, that made Anthony and Sienna the victims?

"What do you want me to say?

"That I was betrayed by the girl I sponsored and raised? That my husband slept with his student, his adoptive daughter in name?"

I looked up at him. Time had been kind to Anthony. 20 years had barely left a mark on his face.

"Brielle, drop it before things get worse." Anthony frowned.

There it was again. That same phrase.

What exactly did I have to show for any of this? My husband treated me with cold contempt, and the girl I'd raised as my own daughter had crawled into bed with him. All I'd gotten was a front-row seat to their cruelty and betrayal.

"Anthony, you have no right to tell me anything."

I laughed until tears came. The anger lodged in my chest finally burst free. I grabbed at Anthony's ceremonial robe, revealing the familiar shirt underneath.

That was the shirt Sienna had mentioned buying for her boyfriend. So they'd been together that long.

"Anthony, I won't let you get away with this! And Sienna, I'm not the type to swallow my grievances quietly."

My voice rose to a hysterical shout.

"I'll destroy your reputation! As for Sienna, I pulled her out of hell, so I can drag her right back down. I'll make sure her parents and everyone else know what an ungrateful traitor she is, that she slept with her adoptive father!"

Something flickered in Anthony's eyes. He grabbed my wrist hard.

"What did you do?"

His grip tightened until I thought my bones would break. I laughed wildly.

"What else could I do? I just want her dead!"

An even louder commotion erupted outside. Anthony bolted from the room in panic.

On the ceremony stage, a middle-aged woman shrieked curses.

"Filthy whore!"

"Homewrecking slut!"

Beneath her, Sienna was being slapped over and over again.

Sienna's mother, Jenny Rowland, was too fierce. The security guards froze, unsure what to do.

Sienna's face was covered in red handprints. Her graduation gown had been torn, revealing the outfit from the photo she'd sent Anthony just days ago.

"What are you all standing around for? Pull them apart!"

The guards finally moved to intervene. Jenny didn't resist much and let go readily. When our eyes met, I nodded with satisfaction.

That was enough. The beating wasn't severe. Even if they pressed charges, it wouldn't qualify as a minor injury.

But in a setting like this, Sienna's reputation as a homewrecker would follow her for life. The bright future she should have had was gone.

The knot of anger in my chest loosened slightly. Anthony pulled Sienna into his arms and looked at me with ice in his eyes. "Brielle, you've gone too far."

I laughed coldly. "I've gone too far? She can be a mistress but can't handle getting slapped around?"

He turned to leave. I called out, "Anthony, if you carry her out of here now, you'll never clear your name."

He stopped but didn't turn around. "Brielle, isn't this what you wanted? You wanted proof I cheated, proof that Sienna and I are in love?

"Well, you got your wish."

After Anthony left, the watching students began filing out in an orderly fashion. The looks they gave me carried sympathy, confusion, and resentment.

This whole spectacle had accomplished nothing except letting me vent at Sienna. All it proved was that Anthony truly cared about her, while I'd lost my husband and my marriage had failed.

During the scuffle, Jenny hadn't come out completely unscathed. Her face bore injuries too. She hunched her shoulders, wearing an ingratiating smile.

"Mrs. Rivera, I did what you asked. About sponsoring my son's schooling..."

"Don't worry. I keep my promises," I said.

Jenny's younger son had just started high school this year. Sienna wasn't Jenny's biological daughter. She was the product of her father's affair with a widow in the village. That was why Jenny had never liked Sienna and had made her life miserable growing up.

I met Sienna when she was only ten years old. The Wrights were planning to send the young girl to work in a factory to support the family. When I visited the school to offer sponsorships, she'd knelt in front of me.

Her eyes had been determined. She desperately wanted an education, and wanted to make something of herself. I'd seen my own reflection in her.

If someone had been willing to help me back then, perhaps my path wouldn't have been so difficult. Because I'd thought of myself, I'd wanted to shelter Sienna, to give her a bright and brilliant life.

I'd sponsored her education. When I learned about her background, especially that she was sleeping in a pigsty, I'd immediately given Jenny a sum of money and brought Sienna home to care for her.

For more than ten years, we weren't mother and daughter, but we'd been as close as one. I could have accepted Anthony cheating with anyone else. But not Sienna, not the girl I'd raised as my own daughter crawling into my husband's bed.

Especially after that night when I'd discovered their inappropriate chat logs. She'd come before me wearing a sexy nightgown, flaunting herself without shame.

"Brielle, you may have raised me all these years, but the money all came from Tony's salary!"

Her contemptuous gaze had swept over me. "Looking at you like this, I really feel sorry for Tony. He deserves so much better than you."

I'd slapped her across the face. She'd run crying to Anthony to tattle.

Afterward, I'd stared at my reddened palm. Beyond the pain, I'd felt a dark satisfaction rising within me. As long as they suffered, I could feel better.

I'd pulled her out of the abyss and lifted her from hell. So I would be the one to send her back.

It was only fair.