Mary refills my wine as I push pieces of fillet around my plate. I search for the words to end my marriage.
She looks so damn beautiful tonight. Yesterday as my secretary wrapped her long legs around me I wanted nothing more than divorce. Today I’m not so sure.
‘I’m leaving you.’
Hot lust and fear dance through me exploding in a fire of desperation. Sweat pricks my skin. I reach out to my wife overturning my glass. The white tablecloth stains blood red.
Her eyes are bright with tears. ‘Do you think I didn’t know?’
Shame engulfs me.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt.