Cheryl had grown tired of her husband Frank’s nightly disappearances. Dinner would end, and he’d vanish into a rented garage across town. He claimed he was restoring a vintage car, but Cheryl had never seen it. Suspicion gnawed at her—especially the night she thought she smelled perfume on him.
One evening, she followed. Frank’s car was parked outside the garage. Cheryl hid, waiting. Moments later, a glamorous blonde in sequins stepped out. Her heart sank. Proof of betrayal, she thought. Rage and hurt consumed her.
Unable to bear the humiliation, Cheryl reached out to Adam—her ex-lover from years ago. They met at a bar, sparks rekindled, though Cheryl’s true motive was revenge. She lured Adam to Frank’s garage, intending for Frank to catch them together.
But fate intervened. Instead of Frank, their daughter Annie walked in. Shocked, Cheryl scrambled for excuses. Annie revealed she knew Frank’s secret but insisted he wasn’t cheating. She urged Cheryl to follow her.
Annie drove Cheryl to a local club. Inside, Cheryl’s jaw dropped—the same “mistress” she’d seen days earlier was on stage. But beneath the wig and heels was Frank. He wasn’t having an affair. He was performing as a drag queen.
Frank explained later that money had been tight, and he’d taken a side job at the club. What began as backstage work turned into performing. Drag gave him joy, confidence, and extra income. Cheryl, relieved it wasn’t infidelity, promised support.
Just as life seemed stable, Adam reappeared. Furious at being abandoned in the garage closet, he confronted Cheryl. Obsessed, he demanded she leave Frank. Cheryl, desperate to silence him, visited his apartment. There, she discovered sleeping pills. In a reckless act, she spiked his wine.
Adam collapsed, convulsing. Cheryl panicked but fled, leaving him behind.
Days later, Cheryl and Frank prepared for a getaway. At the airport, police swarmed. Cheryl was arrested for attempted murder. Her revenge had spiraled into tragedy.
