I am going to try to do 3 Word Wednesday. This week's words are: crumple, illicit and nerve. Here goes nothing!
Sarah crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. Blue eyes, piercing as a laser watched her from across the room.
“You’ve done it this time.” Marcus paced from one end of the room to the other, his steps soundless on the plush carpet. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”
“How? Who told you?” She scrubbed her hands across her face.
“Does it matter? I know about your affair. After the last time, I thought you would have learned your lesson, but I guess I was wrong.” Light sparkled off the glass he filled with bourbon. “I’m done. I’m taking the kids and filing for a divorce.”
“You can’t do that.”
“I can’t? Sarah, honey, save the drama for your career, not our living room.”
“I’ll be crucified in the press.”
“I know. I can already see the headlines. TV’s Top Mom Embroiled in Illicit Affair.” His chuckle was bitter.
“Don’t do this to me. I won’t allow you to take my children.” Sarah pushed herself off the floor and shoved a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.
“You have some nerve, lady. I’ve been the perfect celebrity husband for you for ten years. I stood behind you when you got in trouble with the IRS, I was there for you when you had to go into rehab for your little cocaine problem, hell, I even stayed after the first affair, but not any more. This is the last time I’ll play the forgiving husband role.”
The slamming door sounded like a gunshot in her ears. She watched as the bourbon left in his glass stilled before following him out the door.
Well, that's one way to look at it; here's the other
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