{"id":54826,"date":"2025-03-12T09:58:03","date_gmt":"2025-03-12T09:58:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=54826"},"modified":"2025-03-12T09:58:03","modified_gmt":"2025-03-12T09:58:03","slug":"the-woman-unloc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=54826","title":{"rendered":"THE WOMAN UNLOC>>>"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"512\" height=\"330\" src=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/image-583.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-54827\" srcset=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/image-583.png 512w, https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/image-583-300x193.png 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 512px) 100vw, 512px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Two months. That\u2019s how long I had been away, tending to my mother after her surgery. Two long, exhausting months of hospital cafeteria food, uncomfortable chair naps, and constant worry. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of finally returning to my own apartment, my own bed, and, of course, my husband, Michael.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had barely been home an hour when I heard the front door unlock. Wrapped in my bathrobe, I peeked out\u2014and saw her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A young woman stood there, holding keys. She frowned. \u201cWho are YOU?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I folded my arms. \u201cI live here. Who are YOU?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMichael gave me a key.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Michael. My husband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Rage boiled in me\u2014until she added, \u201cHe told me he was single.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Turns out, it wasn\u2019t my Michael. It was his lying brother, Nick, using our place for dates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, we set a trap. Let\u2019s just say revenge was sweet\u2014and so was the lasagna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=54811\">also read&#8230;.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Two months. That\u2019s how long I had been away, tending to my mother after her surgery. Two long, exhausting months of hospital cafeteria food, uncomfortable chair naps,&#8230; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":54827,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54826"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=54826"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54826\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54828,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54826\/revisions\/54828"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/54827"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=54826"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=54826"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=54826"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}