Well, all right probably that early morning she shouldn't have looked at her boyfriend's cell phone. Probably she shouldn't have listened to his messages. But she did. And she heard something horrible.
Afterwards she poured wine on his most expensive suits. Popped in the car and took off with her dog and broken heart.
She wanted revange.
And probably sex.
Besides she was turning thirty-two the following day.
Forty-eight hours of a woman's life that finally did what she always warned she would.