The following evening, she prepared a second letter: “You’re a liar and a cheat.” She mailed it from another location, far from where she sent the first. At dinner that night, Emily observed Mark’s demeanor carefully. His conversation was polite, but his laughter felt strained, his usual ease missing.
By the third letter, Emily could see the cracks forming. Mark looked stressed and frazzled and his charm seemed less effortless. At dinner, he occasionally glanced at Linda with a hint of unease, though he said nothing. Emily smirked inwardly. The letters were working.