Corrupted by Sin

Picture it: a crowded street, a scorned wife, and me, the unwitting villain in her melodrama. She slapped me – like in the movies – and he just stood there like a deer in headlights. No gallant defense, no grand gestures. Just a whole lot of awkward. Post public humiliation, my life took a nosedive. Job? Gone. Friends? Ghosted me. Dignity? Left on the streets of my small town. So, I did the only thing I could: packed up and moved to the big city, where nobody knows my name or my not-so-glamorous past. And here I am, trying to start over but mostly just questioning my life choices and wondering if my karma is out of whack. Welcome to my not-so-fairy-tale life.