There is no scarier beast on Earth than an offended woman. She’s got the strategic cunning of a chess master, the wrath of a Greek goddess, and an uncanny knack for remembering every slight you’ve ever dealt her – right down to the time you “accidentally” ate her leftovers. She doesn’t need weapons; her glare alone can curdle milk and wilt houseplants. If she doesn’t like her fiancee, well, buckle up, buddy. She might ruin the wedding with a single well-timed cough, poison every toast with icy sarcasm, or – just for giggles – leave the groom standing there while she drives off with his daddy. Call it avenge, poetic justice, or simply the circle of life.
