THE AFFAIR

It was around one o clock, tossing and turning, wide awake she laid. Upon hearing the jingle of his keys in the lock, she shut her eyes tight faking sleep. She didn’t want to meet his eyes. As he stumbled inside, that is when it hit her. The smell. He reeked of her. How could he do this to her?

She had known about the two. How his life had revolved around her. How she was the first in his share of joy and sorrow and how his every day began and came to an end with her. But he had called the quits. He had stopped, that is what he had assured her. He had also promised her pure adoration along with many such things. What had happened to those promises? What had happened to them? Where had the happy days and warm hugs gone? What about those long pecks and tender words?

 Now all that remained was the cold in between them. Cold stares of disapproval and colder words that pierced her open. She could no longer fight the cold not even with her thickest of blanket. All this didn’t matter to him. He had her to warm him. What was she to him? Did he ever love her? Why was love so hard in life? Was it too much to ask for some companionship or even a cozy friendship? She was hopelessly lost and bitter tears of betrayal rushed to soothe her.

To wipe them away she opened her eyes, only to see his lover at her door step. An arrow of pure distilled hatred pierced her heart shattering it into pieces. How.. How could he bring her here?  To their home?

Something shattered in her. After crying her heart fill she 
made herself some hot chocolate. As she sipped, warmth spread and she realized two things:

1.  She loved him in spite of all

2.  He didn’t

Life had pushed her to a brink. Standing on a sinking ship contemplating to jump into the cold dark ocean or this cold person, to keep intact the little bit of sanity she held, she plunged into ocean. She packed and left. Left him there rolling with his lover. His mistress.  His concubine. 
His WHISKY.