Goodbye Husband

I lit the last candle, adjusting it slightly to balance the warm glow across the room. Soft music played in the background, and the bedside table was set with Adrian’s favorite wine.

Tonight had to be perfect.

I smoothed the silk lingerie which I had bought just for tonight with my trembling

hands as I checked myself in the mirror one last time.

The sound of the door opening downstairs sent a chill down my spine. My heart raced.

Adrian was home.

I hurried to the edge of the bed, holding my cold hands together.

The door to the bedroom swung open, and there he was, he never ceases to take my breath away. His perfect angelic figure filled the doorway, his tie loose and suit wrinkled which was a rare sight for my always composed husband.

“What are you doing in my room?” His cold voice echoed in the room interrupting my thoughts.