Revenge Served Cold, Sweet

ight with anger. He followed me as I walked back to the kitchen counter, placin

nother bite of pizza. "I' m just trying to make

. This is a game. You' r

t, Mark. This is a consequence. You wanted her here, you wanted to blur the lines of our ho

ly lost. "I don' t understand why

ut a short, humorless laugh.

ough our home security footage that afternoon at Sarah' s office.

reen and turned

e living room showed Mark and Lily on the couch, watching a movie. Her head was in his lap, and he was stroking her hair. It

face w

Her head was hurting. I was

ated, the words tasting like poi

dence. A screenshot of a text exc

I mi

oo, sweetheart. Ju

to a dangerous whisper. "You were counting down the

matic, so reflexive. "She' s like a little sister to me! Her parents are my oldest friends, they'

ur fork like you' re some kind of mating birds?" I was shouting now, the control I had car

ning and closing, but no words

to say, the excuse so weak it was insulting. "Her

," I spat. "And you' re her willing a

e looked at him, the way she made sure to touch him in front of m

ccidentally' walks in on you when you' re changing. She calls you in the middle

ily explained away on their own, but together they painted a

oesn't know any better!" Mark

" I said. "The only one who doesn' t

"You' re my wife. She means nothing to

re touch me." I pointed a shaking finger toward the fr

mbling. "Don' t do this. We can fix this.

. You should have set them the moment

ction I had for him surfaced. But it was quickly drowned out by the anger and

"Just one more chance.

ll sound cutting through

saw the name for a split s

i

feet away, and she was calling him. It

nd panic. The ringing had destroyed his las

led with the unspoken truth. Even now, in the middle of this fight

llowed was louder t