Purple wasn't her favorite color, but it was his. She chose her outfit very carefully tonight. She needed as much in her favor as possible.
Tonight was the night she told him. She'd been cheating on him. It was someone he knew, a close friend. Well, maybe not a friend, but close.
She rehearsed the speech repeatedly while getting ready. Better to do it after the meal, she thought. She wore pumps, so he would be taller.
She was ensnared in traffic driving to the restaurant. She cursed. She tried so hard not to be late. But it was Friday, he would understand.
It wasn't that she didn't love him. That would have been too easy. But they hadn't had sex in a year. She refused to go without. Then, Ryan.
She first met Ryan at their wedding, had lusted after him even then. They flirted across the years, but harmlessly. Then one day it changed.
That first night, in the hotel, slimy with sweat and smelling of sex, she regretted nothing. She laid her hand on her chest and smiled wide.
It was the first time she had noticed her heartbeat in years. Now she felt it everyday, even without Ryan. The change excited her greatly.
She arrived at the restaurant 3 minutes late. He wasn't there, probably running late from work himself. She ordered a martini while waiting.
She sat alone and had 3 martinis in two hours before returning home. It wasn't til she got to the bedroom that she saw his things were gone.
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