As I stood watching them, I felt a mixture of anger and sadness. We had been married for nearly eighteen years, and had a son, 15, and daughter, 13. What I was about to do was going to change everyone involved lives.
They held hands across the table, and talked and flirted like lovers. I remembered when she looked at me that way. He's younger, I'd guess no more than twenty-eight to thirty to my wife's thirty-nine.
I am not sure how far this relationship has gone. They may have had sex, they may not have, but I am sure that they have been seeing each other for at least three months, almost four. She has done this to me before over the years. The relationships don't last more than six months, before she tires of them. I have had my fill.
At first, I overlooked it because the children were young, but this time, with a thirteen year old hormonal daughter and mother fighting daily, that I was ready to burn bridges. My wife's current folly is more public. I will not stand for this disrespect in public. It hurts my business reputation. This will be public knowledge soon.
"Hello, young lovers." I smile as I approach the table.
She gasped in fear when she looked up at me. He wanted to stand and confront me, but I roughly shoved him back down into his chair. It slid backwards from the impact.
She tried to tell me that it wasn't what it seemed.
Reaching into my messenger bag, I pulled out the photographs of them in compromising situations, and spread them onto the table. While the couple stared at the pictures, I pulled out an envelope that contained the divorce papers, and handed it to my wife. "You've been served."
