Will whistled as he drove, his long, thin fingers wrapped loosely around the steering wheel. His long hours at the office had finally paid off, and he'd just been given the promotion he'd been waiting for. He glanced over at the bouquet of flowers on the seat, excited to get home.
He'd left earlier than normal, and had booked a table for him and his wife, Serena, at a restaurant she'd been wanting to try. He was going to surprise her, sweep her off her feet, and finally treat her how she deserved. Will felt a pang of guilt as he remembered how he hadn't been home much lately for her. He hoped she didn't mind too much, especially now that he could support them better. To be fair, he reasoned with himself, she encouraged him to go for the promotion.
His mind started to think of all the possibilities that his increased income could now bring them. He could take her away on holidays, go on that trip to Europe like they'd talked about.
Will turned into his driveway, and sat in his car for a moment. He picked the flowers up in his hand, inhaling their scent. If he could savour this moment, this feeling, forever, he would be content. He would be even happier once he swept Serena up in his arms, letting his joy elate the both of them.
He got out of the car, locking it with a click behind him and made his way through the front door of his home.
The first thing Will noticed as he stepped into his house was the odd quiet. He knew Serena was home, her car was in the driveway and she always finished by this time. There were no sounds of music playing from her radio, or of her moving about. He looked at his watch, and frowned. Surely she hadn't gone to bed just yet? Perhaps she'd had one of her migraines?
Shrugging, Will made his way through the house quietly, lest she was asleep and he woke her. As he made his way through their house however, a new sound met his ears. He gripped the flowers tightly, as he heard the sound of panting and moaning from the bedroom.
His knuckles were white, his hands shaking. He couldn't bring himself to move closer.
And then, Serena's voice carried over to Will. Will almost dropped the flowers in anger, as he heard his wife moan his best friend's name. She moaned it loudly, and Will thought the whole neighbourhood might be able to hear it at the rate she was carrying on. He stormed through the hallway, closing the distance, and threw open his bedroom door.
Like startled rabbits, Serena and his best friend stared up at him, their mouths agape. Will glared down at them, barely able to form a sentence. In his hand, the red roses he had bought for Serena trembled. His face was red with fury, as the two illicit lovers scrambled apart under his rage.
"Get out," Will hissed, his brown eyes glaring at his former best friend. The man needed no more encouragement, scrambling out of Will and Serena's bed, awkwardly fumbling with his clothes.
"Will, it's not what it looks like," Serena stuttered, going quiet as Will turned his icy cold stare unto her.
Her wavy red hair was a mess, her lip gloss smeared across her face. She pulled a sheet to cover her naked breasts, her nipples still erect from the attention they'd obviously received only moments ago.
Will threw the bouquet of flowers carelessly onto the bed at her feet.
"Pack your stuff. I want you gone by tonight," he said, his voice dripping with venom.
