Elise opened her car door and stepped out onto the driveway, snow crunching under her feet as she stood and closed the door. It was October, but they’d had an unseasonable cold snap, complete with four inches of snow. Closing the car door, she pushed her hair back out of her face, the long blonde strands getting whipped around by the wind. Wrapping her arms around her body, she quickly walked up to the house.
I can’t wait to surprise Todd! She smiled. Inserting her key into the lock, she quickly opened the door and dashed inside out of the cold. Closing the door quietly, she tiptoed to the bedroom.
Just outside of the door, she paused. A frown marred brow as she pressed her ear to the door. She heard voices and what she could have sworn was giggling. Gripping the knob, she pushed the door open.
Her breath left her in a rush, the blood drained from her face. Lying in the bed was her husband, Todd, and his voluptuous secretary, Denise. With a shaking hand, she pulled the door closed and slid down the wall.
How can he do this to me? How long has it been going on? She was too stunned to the feel the pain of her heart breaking.
“Elise?” Todd opened the door and looked down at his wife. “What are you doing home early?”
“Apparently catching you in the midst of an affair,” she answered quietly. “How long has it been going on?”
Todd sighed. “A while.”
He shook his head. “You know as well as I do that things haven’t been that great between us. The passion in our marriage died out months ago.”
Actually, she didn’t know that, but she wasn’t going to admit it to him.
“I want you to leave,” she said softly.
“Elise, let’s talk about this.”
She looked up at him. His blond hair looked ruffled and he had a smudge of lipstick on his neck. It was enough to strengthen her resolve. She pulled herself together and climbed to her feet.
“There’s nothing to talk about. Get dressed and get out of my house.”
“Not anymore,” she said, staring him straight in the eye.
Todd threw his hands up in the air. “Fine. I’ll move in with Denise.”
Elise nodded, not trusting herself to say anything else. She knew she was on the verge of crying, but she refused to shed a single tear in front of her cheating spouse. She would never let him know how much he had hurt her.
Moving down the hall, she collapsed on the sofa and waited for them to dress and leave. She’d contact a lawyer and begin the divorce proceedings immediately. There was no sense in dragging things out. She knew she wouldn’t forgive him and wouldn’t be able to continue in a sham of a marriage. It seemed her days of being Mrs. Elise Filmore were at an end.