He asked how I was doing and I said, "I have left school and have set up in business repairing radios and supplying transformers to radio wholesalers....I expected him to be angry and start shouting but he said, "Good lad, there will be good opportunities for a young lad with ambition."His reaction had given me confidence and I asked him if he wanted to see my workshop in cellar. No one else had seen it. He came down and I explained what all the various pieces of equipment were. I don't think he. It's pouring and it's a long trek back across the campus to the lab." I settled down in a comfortable chair, put my folder on the chair beside me and picked up a motoring magazine from the table. I wasn't interested but it was either that or one of the women's magazines. Mrs. Forgill's thoughts were entirely concerned with the letter to the students she was editing so I shut my mind out to her. I'd hardly settled down when a mature student that I knew slightly came in and received the same. But he still has to sleep in the spare room while I work on coming to a decision on our future.A big part of me wants to leave him as I understand our marriage will never be the same. Our love has lost its innocence. The wounds of betrayal still fester under the band-aides of hope and forgiveness.There is no point in hiding it, I want revenge. And I want it bad. I want to make Chris feel the same pain I did. I want to make him pay for what he did in every sense. He is going to suffer. He is. We could walk and get home and I can drop you off tomorrow when rain slows down.” I said looking at her. “I’m not so sure. There must be some other way” she said hesitantly. “you won’t find a cab anytime soon Shruti. Don’t worry I have a nice apartment” I said jokingly. She smiled and agreed to come over. We both just had one umbrella which made it difficult for us to stay dry. As we were walking suddenly there was a strong blow of the wind and our one and only umbrella blew away. “oh shit! We.