There are a few really, really painful things in this world:
1. The two-day hangover.
2. Wearing heels all night.
3. Being cheated on.
When it comes down to it, the first two are totally your fault. (Hello, why would you drink so much tequila or keep those torture traps on?) But the third? No one, and I mean no one, deserves that shit. The worst part is that there is no “right” way to handle this fucked up situation. Do you forgive him and take the bastard back? Do you walk away and learn from the relationship? Or do you grow a pair of lady balls, “Scarlet Letter” the shit out of his room, and make him regret ever fucking you over?
If you’re Zoe Wheeler, you choose the third option and make sure the cheating asshole–and his wall–wishes he had never screwed you over.